The bags are all packed, ready to be loaded onto the back up truck this afternoon. The bike is beside us, ready to roll. Andy is sitting here in full cycling gear – not because he’s riding anywhere today, but because it’s so cold.
Departure is 06.00 tomorrow morning…sharp. 12 000 kms to go.
He says ‘It brings back memories of para trooper days – waiting in the Dak, heading for the dropzone, watching the red light and waiting for the green. There’s no going back now. Bum feels just about as tight.’