I arrived at Harwich International to a 3 man wolfpack. They surronded me, 3 veteran cyclists, inspecting every detail of me and my boat (the boat being my bicycle, Jess or Chimera, I haven't decided yet)..-silence shook the air. Scowering me with there eyes and nose (I'm pretty sure Tom was sniffing me) they eventually warmed up there voice boxes and engeged me in conversation-"Nice bike Dave."

From there on we set off across the wilderness of Harwich (2 roundabouts), into the depths of farmland (a go-kart track with a tree in it, that was our camp) and met strange and wonderous people (and Irish man).

Later on I picked Rob up from the train station and picked a fight with an electronic barrier-that smashed me on the head and dinted my helmet-I'll have revenge one day.

It is now the next day and I'm on the ship, well we all are, thats kind of a pointless statment but it just gives you a little bit of context realy. I've never blogged before, I guess I'm just supposed to write what the internal monologue in my head is saying- well its a nice ship and the toilets are alright.