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Once I found out that the ferry to Scotland didn't run for another 2 weeks, I realized that I had to change plans. I realized that waiting for 2 weeks in Bergen would be more expensive than just flying out. So I rode to the airport and like magic, I was in Manchester that afternoon. Wow, after traveling by bike, airplanes seem so abrupt! Here I was riding to my dad's cousin's house. A destination that I had never seen. I only had an address. And I couldn't reach my dad or anyone on the phone, so it was going to be a surprise visit. This picture was intended to catch the setting sun over the very urban landscape of Manchester. From the pristine fjords of Norway to Manchester was quite a shock. It was here that I rode on the left side of the road for the first time in my life (some Brit, eh?). Also, it was very windy here and I got caught in what I call a "rubbish-storm" - that is, huge cyclones of trash being swirled about.
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