More shit!

What a particularly awesome day today for the unworthy traveler!

Yesterday I booked a ferry for 9 o'clock, the accommodation was only five kilometers away from the ferry port, breakfast was ignored, so everything should be fine and icy smooth, you would think, right?

45 minutes before departure, you should be there, which meant for the ignoble Gaijin that he had to give Berta a kick at eight o'clock.

The waking, shrill thing wasn't forgotten either, and it was wake-up time at seven o'clock.

Everything went according to plan, the traveling ass was in Berta's saddle at 8 o'clock, but whoops, the forgetful one almost sweated the steel, fat chain on the front wheel!

Side stand out, get off and bang!

The noble Berta is lying on the left side...

Ass...

Did the fetid BOSAMO work sloppy, but no problem, quickly remove the chain and help Berta back onto the tires, it wasn't a big obstacle otherwise.

An accidentally present person developed an incredibly large and brave asshole side during this time and immediately fucked off, but pulling up went well alone.

The only problem was that the brake lever is on the other side of the handlebars and when lifting it, the front wheel realized its desire for freedom and expressed it very harshly.

A strap from the bag should help with that, but luckily someone came to help and the fat horse stood back on its hooves.

Off to the harbor, now there was fire on the roof because the whole action had taken 15 minutes.

Upon arriving at the harbor, the unworthy scoundrel was then told that he was five minutes late and at that very moment (Hollywood couldn't have staged it better), there was a fine downpour and the unworthy traveler was also soaking wet, while using unusually mild swear words...

The ferry is gone, the day is really fucked up and the mood is in the deepest, musty cellar.

Fortunately, BOSAMO got a place on the afternoon Schinaklangelegenheit, now had shitloads of time for a hearty breakfast, and Helsinki got much more attention.

The planned route for today was no longer possible, so Estonia will probably be worth a visit at a later date, as will the entire Baltics, as the fetid one had to realize that a third spoke also has its little problem and today's ride (with the stupid bike in mind) didn't bring much joy because there was constantly sweating under the helmet when unevenness in the terrain was detected.

P.S.: Are you detecting my mistakes? Oh, that doesn't make me sweat, gö!