Tag 24 (Tuesday 99.05.04) -- Well, I was good and hungry for my "free"
breakfast. They didn't have a toaster here, and the horrid stale
"Plastiksackbrot" was a chore to eat. They had a nice assortment of fish
entrails sauces that looked like vomit. I figured I had plenty of time,
since my boat left at 18:00. I packed up and cleaned my bike with a pair of
socks that could just not be salvaged. Off to the ferry port. They told me
that the service I found out about to Newcastle also doesn't start for 2
weeks. Aw, shit. So I was pretty much up a creek without a boat or a
paddle. Since I didn't really feel like hanging out in Bergen, Norway, for
2 weeks (despite the fact that it's a fine city), I set off for the
airport. Damn -- every day I find myself racing to meet some hypothetical
deadline of some transportation I have no info on. After about 25 km, I was
at the airport. I walked up to the first counter (S.A.S.) randomly and
said, "I want to go to Britain." It wasn't cheap, but it was amazing, after
getting used to the pace of bike touring, to hear her say, "You can be in
Manchester this afternoon," is rather shocking and abrupt. They took my
bike with a $25 fee, and I just had to pull the pedals, turn the bars and
let some air out of the tires. No problem. After a jump to Kobenhain, I'm
now on the way to Manchester. Wow! Hard to believe really.
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