So after all that hoo-ha about traveling around the world, we find ourselves back in Berlin only one and a quarter years later? What the f**k happened there? I guess it was inevitable ever since we’d decided to leave the bikes in Motocamp Bulgaria. In Europe spring had sprung, bushes and fruit trees flowering. But compared to India it was bloody freezing!
To be honest it was great to be back and finally get to meet Polly and hang out with the others we’d got to know last time we were there. Another guy from England had since bought one of the charming old farm houses to do up and there was lots of stuff to clear and burn.
Ivo had woken our bikes up out of storage and we were shocked to find how much extra stuff we’d left in our panniers. No wonder they’d been so damn heavy! Felt like Christmas finding all those beloved things though 🙂 And of course Sam had waited patiently on the shelf, watching over the bikes.
The weather kept getting colder and wetter and after days of hoveling up in our room, the little heater on full blast and wearing everything we owned, we gave up on the idea of going camping by the waterfall once more. We’d been craving the simple life by the campfire, but it was just too freezing and miserable.