The last day had come and we got up early and got on the bike. While waiting for the ferry we met some fellow travellers on their way back. Some Germans were returning from the Isle of man and one of them had lost his bikes key and didn‘t have a sparekey (hi Kai). What a nightmare. They all seemed in a good mood though and soon we went aboard. This time we had to secure the bike ourselves, but that went alright. Now it was time for a little nap to catch up om some lost hours of sleep.

Back on the mainland we enjoyed following all the other riders from the ferry. We were riding in a pack until I went ahead and took a wrong exit...

During the entire day it was also quite hot and we rode with our jackets open and enjoyed the sun. By 16:00 we arrived at home with our heads and hearts full of memories and our bodies longing for a hot bath.

This was our first motorcycle trip, but certainly not the last.