Ui, slowly I come before me like old times for the Austrian. Today I practically spent the whole day at the airport. Alarm clock rang at seven, but not strongly enough to get me really aus'm bed. So I'm at nine-thirty again crawled out of bed hungover. Yet quickly packed the things lashed on by motorcycle and off we went.
The shock looks like shit RIGHT now and I would not me, then I would say now with that you can not drive a meter more.
Well, a few meters, however, must still be. Now not only break down just before the finish line! Well, at half past ten or so I was with my friends from DB Schenker.
yet gequasselt briefly with Robert and then off into the warehouse. Disconnect battery Drain the oil (which ne mess!) To do and gasoline tank aus'm out. The latter was somehow not so easy. Colleagues have with the gas' NEM by mouth suction hose and classic given her best, but have so much they sucked, it's not much came out. Well, maybe they are not as well versed in matters fellatio ...
belongings then again called my dad, but he also said that the solution per tube is the only one with reasonable effort. Otherwise you have to screw the machine half apart, which I had not fixed. Well, a bit of fuel is therefore still in there still, I hope the colleagues interfere in the control of "Dangerous Goods "not too much on it ...
the handlebars, I then also corrected something with which the height of the crates now only more fabulous 1.35m. So 43cm savings compared to Friday, hooray! The overall dimensions are still substantial 2,50 m x 1,35 m x 0,94 m, after conversion into what's volumetric weight and then turns into U.S. dollars in 2391 Jenau Oeken, including - as I find it quite acceptable -. $ 200 for I's Crate had the top again in 1000 Crater Kenya Shillingse pressed in the hand with the note, he should pretty sure that the box is as small as possible. No sooner said than done. I am somewhat satisfied.
Ahem, unique photo falls on me now. So do not worry, I'm doing splendid, well i am. Even though my name is on it: I will not be transported in a wooden box back to Europe, only the bike and some luggage. I won.
During the crate, I then tried to collect my money at the airport, her mother had sent me. Of course there's some stupid system failure, so I had to rush to another Western Union booth. Irgendsoein pompous hotel on Mombasa, whose name I forget all the time. Parina Skystation or something like that. Well, at least there's has worked and I'm armed with almost 3000 U.S. dollars. If you feel it but not so pleasant, and gangsters lurk everywhere ... In the food court there was then an incredible Masala Dosa (I have since 2001, Singapore, not eaten), but the call came from Robert and did not come. About five I then called himself, how looks for now with the Crate and above the bill. He hit me before but in fact, tomorrow morning again to come by, as I now had no desire at all. Is not a really stupid umme corner of this airport, and more often than absolutely necessary because I want to just show up and not have to ... Well, yes but still has everything worked out. And I was able to quickly get rid of my dollars. Tomorrow I get an email with the so-called "Airbill" or something like that. This is a document which I then in Zurich in Cargo Center pick up my box again. Robert makes a remark in the PNR that my colleagues in Zurich kindly to the "entcraten" help. If that is otherwise difficult for me to consider the many nails in the coffin with his bare hands out ...
Yep, tomorrow is the machine then again through various checks: First, check for "Dangerous Goods". Each bike (or car) is by definition a dangerous and must be a special control. After that, the customs of the series and put his curious nose into my fine box. If all goes quickly, as I have urged Robert, the machine may come back in the tomorrow's flight to Zurich. If not, then hopefully by Wednesday ...
I myself fly tomorrow evening. The ticket I've organized yesterday at the Swiss online. For both tickets (pax and cargo), I put together respectable $ 3,000 auf'n table. As I sit in the timber class, my bike will travel naturally FIRST CLASS. Hat's are so well deserved after the busy last few months.
And we all (the bike, the teddy bear, the cat and of course, mostly I) are happy and insane game out Ninalein watch again. Now it's only a few Days, then finally isses so far. Juchuh!
In Zurich, I must first of all but drive a workshop that I can replace the shock absorbers. Cost is also again a few Euronen or Schwyzer francs, but since I do not come around. And then you go from auf'm Highway to Vienna. Freu ;-)
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