Essex

With the rain and traffic past Clapham Common at 10am on a Monday morning, it was reassuring to know that the bikes were leaving for a better place, and that we would soon be following. Mike and I made it to Rainham (the crating company) in once piece, after being rather touristy and riding across Tower Bridge, (not quite the same as leaving from Trafalgar Square and riding all the way to Australia as I had first imagined years ago, but the Atlantic can´t be crossed by a ferry or trian like the English Channel). Iain met us there, just, on his lovely shiny new XT that he´d picked up only a few days earlier, we stood around for a bit, the bikes got measured, we said good bye and crating them to Buenos Aires was as simple as that. The bill came later.