I think we need to polish up our act a bit with this motorcycle travelling thing. After a much better nights sleep (though I appear to have developed a wheezy cough from inhaling Scotts second hand 2stroke smoke) than the last time we were on the Autozug we had a lovely leisurely breakfast with our new best Dutch friends - they were just returning from a motorcycle tour of north Italy on some big yamaha. Happily chatting away we got caught unawares when the train pulled into Dusseldorf station. Our Dutch friends and all the other bikers simply picked up their custom hardcase panniers and walked calmly off the train. Scott and I scrabbled to collect our collection of missfit tat together and stumbled down the platform with bags and bungies under all arms looking like a right pair of amateurs
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