After my dear parents have been through a bad time and in spite of my visits to Mauritania, Niger, Nigeria, Congo and what do I know what came around the banana republics with the best of luck to the payment of ransom amounting to millions drum , destiny strikes on the last meters to yet again mercilessly. My mom leaves tomorrow to Cottbus for Postbank to me to have to pay for the necessary coal Moppedtransports to Zurich via Western Union. Ne ohjemine whole lot of money! But I have the money in any case quite safe on Monday evening to throw it to the DB Schenker in the neck.
Today I have the bike "dismantled", ie removed the windshield, hand guards and mirrors. Now sees s true racer-from moderate, my little black princess. In any case, the next Crate, which is tomorrow handicrafts, be considerably smaller than the last. I'm thinking that it is really space-and cost-saving when I have the handlebar removal. This reduces both Height and width. On the other hand, I do not know if I can break down the thing really just like that, what happens to the brake and clutch hoses and then everything if I ever get back together in Zurich ... Well, I will first be beautiful, I might do that tomorrow on the ground at the airport. Nina has listed me beautiful, which I must pay all the shipping of the bike. According to international forums rules must in any case the oil, of course, completely out of fuel. And the battery must be disconnected. Wow, maybe it would even go through that, but perhaps it would also mean a few days extra waiting time, if the customs or any security check make stress here ... So better times to play it safe.
I've talked with Dad about my wrecked central spring strut. He says that I need to replace it anyway. The piston of the shock absorber is jammed by the fine Ruckelei returning from Moyale and Nairobi shortly before this nasty Huckel in the spring. Because nothing is more springs dampen any way. And nothing good is it, as a new shock absorber be pure, in any case. Organise a workshop tomorrow in Zurich, which can fetch it for me hopefully as soon as I arrived. Would indeed be silly if my bike bags "in the last few kilometers" from Zurich to Vienna on the highway together, because the strut under the immense load (I think I've lost any of my 120 pounds in the six months Afrique) breaks down.
It's not clear when my Mopped now comes on the Flyer, Wednesday evening or maybe even Tuesday night. I think positive, and now the book for myself last week pilot. If necessary, I'll have to stay another night in Zurich, perhaps in the Zic Zack Rock 'n Roll Hotel, where I had made on the journey ever stop, or perhaps even at Schwandti. I have to call me, the Jutes Schwandti.
Because of the remaining available cargo space for Nairobi-Zurich has - not surprisingly - no one reported. Had me wondering anyway. But today I phoned again to Duncan from JJ. Everything cool, he says, there are no outstanding bills or something. Juti, fine. 'll Probably still watch but not in the JJ over, no desire further to fall.
Meanwhile, I've now stripped apparently more or less successfully a stalker. In Marsabit, I had a few days ago - shortly after my near-Infight with the Ranger - a locals who had watched the scene where my phone number - at her request. Probably I was happy at the moment with a pinch of solidarity. In any case, it was a mistake, because the good turned out to be persistent stalker. This happens maybe every tenth time, when I give out my number, that then the phone stopped to rest. Is partly humorous, but mostly just annoying. I can not remember this person and I also zero zero interest in her, but she shoots me up with phone calls / SMS. Today I have written to her in a detailed text message back that I have a friend who loved her very much and it is "inappropriate" think like me they besieged. After that came only a message that they really only looking for support for her education and hopes that we can help her there. Aha, interesting story. come on what kind of ideas that people sometimes have is wrong ...
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