Start point. Umea, Sweden.
Finish point. Pukinsaari camping, Kristinestad, Finland.
Distance. 90 Miles.
Total 2550 Miles.
I wont beat about the bush, most of you that are following this blog know me on facebook, and I’ve already posted a few bits on there so you know where I am, for those that don’t do FB I’m at a small campsite called Pukinsaari Camping, in the small town of Kristinestad about 50miles south of where the ferry landed at Vaasa.
Some hairy German bikers heading onto the Ferry.
Arriving in Vaasa, Finland. Ooh look, its that round yellow thing in the sky.
The ferry crossing was every bit as boring as Sweden but arriving at the port town of Vaasa was a different matter all together, the scenery was similar to both Norway and Sweden but driving off the boat you could see the cleanliness of the place straight away, every thing nice and clean and tidy, except that the slip road down to the E12 was shut and with no diversion signs in place it was pot luck which way you went, but as one of the roads run parallel it was easy enough to just follow that until you hit a slip road back on to it and away from town.
Once on the E12 I took the back road south looking for a campsite, I had no plans to do much driving after yesterdays marathon and so I came across this little beauty at Kristinestad, only €16 for the night without electric, but the sun was shining and I took a chance the solar panels would do their job, got booked in, got the pass numbers for the kitchen and toilets/showers and wandered about until I found a spot away from any neighbours so if I need the engine to charge the battery’s or run the night heater I wont disturb anyone else.
There’s no bar or restaurant here so the old shove iron finally came of the back of the van and was pressed into service getting me back into the village, it’s only 1km but I’ve not ridden it for a couple of years and was in need of liquid coolant, aka, beer, when I arrived. As luck would have it there’s not many places open yet and the bar I chose also did food. Those on FB know where this is going, I’m a big lover of Kebabs, and low and behold would you believe it, it’s on the menu, ordering a small (not) one and a large beer I settled in for the evening, catching up with messages and phone calls to family to reassure them I’m safe and well…. and so they know where to search for the body if I don’t make it back to the van.
What can I say, it’s just gorgeous, stunning, exquisite, etc etc etc…………
That is what cobbles are supposed to look like.
Due to the new route there is now no rushing about and so tomorrow’s schedule is uncertain, I’ll see what happens, thats all I can say.
View across the water from the campsite.
Next ones an oldie but one of the best yet, yes it’s a bridge……..
On a final note, I’ve been told that I didn’t see a moose yesterday, it was a reindeer. If thats the case then Santa will never get airborne when they’ve got such a huge A**E. Poor kids, no pressies this Christmas.
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