Next stop Wagin.
Its just before 8 am on a gorgeous Saturday morning in Dawesville and our bikes are packed and we're off.
After a couple of hissy fits over the phone and via email, and physically going down to where the bikes were being inspected for some obnoxious Canadian soil, we freed them, or rather Peter did.
I ran around in the cage and did chores whilst he uncrated the bikes and put them back together. Never has throwing a leg over felt so incredibly liberating. The grin factor was huge as we rode from Freo back to Dawesville, and now we're off into the wild blue yonder.
Pictures next stop I promise.