I stood at the docks, leaning against the bike, just staring at the ferries coming in.
I had no experience with a motorbike, I’d only just passed my test, but I was determined to make it work. After months of research, planning and preparation, standing in Dover harbour just didn’t seem real. Bound for Australia, you’d think it an odd starting point, and it was. It was just the beginning. The beginning of an adventure.