Sarah’s start: With a bad nights sleep of sweat and nerves and a 4:30 am rise, my mental state for the start of this adventure was by no means good. We bundled me and what now seemed A LOT of stuff into the car. With nerves pushing me to endless chit chat down the M25/M20 (pushing the impending unknown out of my mind) we finally arrived at our final departure point.
Farewell to the parents were teary and heart felt. I have never been one for good byes, and will miss them very much. Never the less, we got in our car to the ferry and, pushing down the rising feeling of panic we stood on the deck of P&O Burgundy and waited for it to set sail from Blightys shores.
On the train from Calais to Brussels (via Lille) was when it finally hit home what we were doing. And what were we doing?!? And how were we going to achieve it?! Sam finally witnessed Sarah’s emotional attack of crying and laughing at the same time, it is a strange experience to have joy, terror, adventure, drowning in a sense of overwhelming unknowns and fear, and shear excitement coursing through you!
After calming down and getting sound advice and encouragement from my now slightly freaked out travel buddy (he’s so good!) We turned our minds to Brussels.
Brussels showed Sam and I just how good we are at not doing very much. With no map and the tourist information shut Sam and I have no idea what to do, or more importantly where to go to do it. So we hopped on the metro and hopped off at Sam's choice of station – Kunst Wet. Luckily for us this turned out to be a good stop (well done Sammy boy!) as we found, just outside the station CyclOcity! DIY Bike rental. So with a new spring our step we set off, the wind in our air as we raced, full speed ahead down the hill towards the palace – in the wrong direction….. The main part of the day was spent cycling through the surprisingly hilly and cobbly streets of Brussels, grabbing some steak and frites with mayonnaise. The remainder of the day was spent trying to find the darn bike rack at the main station so we could actually return our bikes!
Our overnight train to Berlin was mostly spent in a tropically heated cabin with two other French ladies. Sam spent most of the night on the floor of the cabin and I tried to stay hydrated in this nighttime, top speed sauna.
Our arrival in Berlin was very exciting for us and the train station is amazing; a multi-storey shopping centre and train station, spankingly clean and great air of efficiency. Before long, after a quick breakfast and purchasing of supplies it was time to leave this lovely station and keep heading east towards the BRAND NEW country of Poland!
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