Day 2 and 3 Hirtshals, Denmark to Seyðisfjörður, Iceland

Tuesday-Wednesday  Dateicon  29-30.07.2014  Tigericon  5km Total:432km

After a sturdy breakfast we ride to the port and park along with all the other bikes, there were still two hours before we were to board so there was plenty of time to take in the atmosphere and scope out the "competition".
There really were all kinds of bikes, everything from small sportsbikes on street tyres, a Gold Wing trike with trailer all up to the full on desertracer-kitted bikes that seemed to be there just as warm-up for Dakar 2015.

After checking in and unloading the gear in the cabin we hit the Taxfree and stock up on necessities before loading up a movie, we had been previously warned that there was little to nothing to do onboard so I had brought my traveling-laptop and portable harddrive filled to the brim.
We eventually get our asses over to one of the restaurants onboard and had some food and the first little taste of the Faroese beer (which in general is the best I've ever had) before we hit the sack.
Pretty pleasant journey thus far but as I was to find out that's just because we had been following the coast of Norway, at about 4AM I wake up because I feel as if someone just chucked me into a tumble-dryer, obviously we had hit the open sea.
I actually felt that I needed to cling to the bed to stop me from falling out so definitely no more sleep for me.

Luckily we had prepaid breakfast and dinner for the whole trip otherwise we probably wouldn't have eaten much, we were both a lite worse for wear thanks to the seas but we eventually dragged ourselves out of bed and hit the breakfast buffé.
The restaurant wasn't exactly crowded when we got there so I guess we weren't the only ones who felt the seas, Bear was a bit worse off than me so he just managed to eat a slice of melon before he threw in the towel and went back to the cabin.
I actually thought I was doing pretty good until I did the mistake of looking up just to see someone further down the restaurant do a rocket-vomit with some poor bastard desperately trying to catch the mess with a barf bag mid-air.
Result: Player 0 - Vomit 1 .
I do my best impression of the Pink Panther and sneak some food for Bear past the restaurant staff when I leave.

Lying down helps a lot when you're feeling seasick so we loaded up another movie on the laptop.
We stay like that until lunchtime, at lunch we meet a Scottish biker named Paul again who we first met on the ferry from Gothenburg.
He introduces us to a Swede called Joakim and a German called Dieter. They were sharing the same cabin on the ferry.
Joakim rode an Africa Twin which gets me a bit nostalgic, it was the bike I had before I traded it in for the Tiger and even though the Tiger is better in every way I must say I do miss the old beast.
Joakim had kitted his bike with the most brutal engine bars I've ever seen (we call it a moose-fence in Sweden) so like Paul he was obviously not planning to stick to the ring-road either.
We hit the Skybar exchanging numbers in case anything should happen on Iceland and drink few beers. A few biking-stories were obviously exchanged as well.
We eventually feel the need for something other than beer so we go to the only restaurant still open only to find that all that is available is sandwiches.
Not great since I have milk-allergy and didn't want to spend the rest of the voyage in the bathroom.
I ask the staff if there really isn't anything else and they say they'll get something from the kitchen (which should have been closed by that time).
The look on the other guys faces (who were chewing on some dry sandwiches) when this goddess of a woman brings me a grilled chicken with oven baked potatoes was absolutely priceless!
That and the fact that the staff on the ferry speaks all languages known to man leaves me with a real good lasting impression of the staff on the M/S Norröna, I swear to god if one of the passengers where to speak Klingon I'm sure there will be someone in the staff that do too.


Waiting to board the ferry in Hirthals.

I am NOT a morning person.

Strapping down the bikes on the ferry.

This is how we spent most of the trip, the movie is The best bar in America btw, great movie!

The ferry did a quick stop in Torhavn on the Faroe Islands before continuing to Iceland.

Chicken! Happy Happy Joy Joy!