Well I had an offer too good to refuse on the bike, only €50 less than I paid for it, so I sold it. And tomorrow I'm across to the UK to pick up the exact same bike, but with only 825 miles on the clock from a dealer in Godalming, and thanks to the recession and the collapse of the pound, a whole £1200 less than I just sold mine for.
And they've even offered to come down to Portsmouth and pick me up from the ferry terminal.
So after the ferry crossing, a few bits and pieces in Sainsbury's and the cost of re-registering the bike here I'll have a slightly newer bike and £1000 in my pocket.
Maybe this crisis isn't so bad after all.
As for big trips, I've decided not to, and instead I'll be a tourist in my own country (even though technically it's not mine). I realised that we often tend to look far away for our adventure, when in fact we can find it anywhere, and quite often we never really get to appreciate where we live the way people visiting do.
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