Monday 22.8.2016 123km Total:7065km
After outpacing myself completely at the beginning of the trip I now find myself in the situation that I have all day to ride 10kms because that the distance between Basel ant the Lörrach Autozug.
But there was a plan to my choice of stay and that was that I would spend the day at the auto museum in Mulhouse, a tip I got from a friend in the Swedish motorcycle association.
Or as it's formally called: Cité de l’Automobile, Musée national de l’automobile, Collection Schlumpf. Try saying that three times in a row after a jägerbomb with tying your tongue in a knot.
Wow what a great tip it was!
Over 400 classic cars with emphasis on really old vehicles was a real sight to behold.
The whole collection was sorted by age from the very first horsecarriage-like vehicles and onwards.
It was definitely not hard to loose track of time completely in here and I snapped away with my camera like a was born in Japan.
But I still have a train to catch so even though I could have gone over the whole collection several more times over I needed to press on.
I eat lunch in the outskirts of Mulhouse and ride on to the Autozug station in Lörrach.
I arrive with plenty of time to spare until even the earliest check in so I use the time repacking the gear and just relaxing.
After check in I ride away to get some dinner, Lörrach isn't a very large town (pop. 50.000) but this was almost ridiculous.
After riding to three different restaurants that was either out of business or closed I manage to find a Chinese restaurant so I get a Nasi goreng to go and head back to the train yard.
Luckily I'm still very early.
In Hamburg we didn't load the bikes on the train until about 30-45 minutes to departure so I obviously, with a mouth full of Chinese food thought this would be something similar.
Oh no, two hours before departure the signal us to start riding onto the train so I hastily swallowed down my mouthful of food and stowed away the rest so I could bring it on the train.
Inside the compartment it seems they filled it to the brim this time so I got to share it with four other passengers as far as I can tell all Swizz.
An older couple and a younger couple that completely distance themselves as soon as it becomes clear that I'm from Schweden and don't speak any German at all.
(A German would probably argue that they don't either but that is a different matter completely.)
So I mostly kept to myself in my top bunk of choice while the rest of the gang chatted away like they hadn't talk to people in a month, Schweden was frequently mentioned an I also recognised some place names in Skåne county.
The explanation for this wasn't to become apparent until the next morning.
Tueday 23.8.2016 95km Totalt7160km
As usual we are awoken ridiculously early.
I don't really get how lengthy morning routines people can possibly have on a train or a ferry when they think they need to wake people at least an hour an a half before arrival.
Not at it really mattered to me anyway since I don't really sleep on these things but it's still a mystery.
I am welcomed down to breakfast by the female of the younger couple who it turns out speaks excellent English after all.
That definitely wasn't apparent yesterday, but it gets even better...
The man of the older couple asks me whereabouts in Sweden I'm from... in Swedish!
Turns out the geezer has had a cabin in Skåne for over ten years in in pretty much fluent in (although heavily accented) Swedish.
So for four hours yesterday none of them spoke a single word to me even though one of them knows Swedish?!
I mean I though Swedes where a pretty shy people but this is just weird.
So I did the math yesterday and came to the conclusion that €175 for the ferry between Kiel and Göteborg was worth it even though I really had depleted my travelling funds a long time ago.
No matter how I did it, it wasn't like the rest of the way home would be free regardless.
It was either this or going by motorway with the Puttgarden-Rödby ferry and the bridge which together came to about €78, the fuel cost and some kind of hotel because in my present conditions there's no way I would do a 1000km stint in one go.
It probably evened itself out but this way I would in all likelihood get some sleep while being transported which decided it in favour of Stena Line.
Lack of imagination, tiredness and crappy weather made me head towards Kiel right away even though it was a night-ferry.
Upon arrival at the docks I pretty much had astronomical amounts of time at my disposal so I had a really long breakfast at McD:s and strolled around on the docks.
In the early afternoon a few other Swedish bikers arrive so the remaining ours until boarding went passed pretty fast.
I do a run-through of the taxfree and go to the buffet.
After not having slept for over 24 hours a belly full of food hits me like a sledgehammer.
I stumble back to my cabin and pass out.
Wednesday 24.8.2016 278km Total:7438km
Jeez, that rest was well needed.
I think I must have slept ten hours straight before the spectacle started crackling in the loud speakers of the cabin.
I disembark and ride for about an hour before stopping for breakfast.
No points are awarded for guessing where.
The amount of times I've eaten at McDonalds on this trip is frankly embarrassing.
It was a nice,short stint riding home from Gothenburg and with panniers filled to the brim, and empty wallet and a head full of experiences the miles flew by quickly and I was home shortly after lunch.