My tour is complete.

Luckily just before I went to sleep I checked the boat times and discovered my ferry was at 14.00 instead of 10.00.

I woke to a front tyre flat, pumped it up ready for the off

I packed discarding any unnecessary bits if it wasn’t needed I chucked it.

Jumped on my bike giving myself 4 hours to do the 60kms. 2 kms down the road I was already flagging into the strong headwind. I had no choice but to push on hard. If my average speed dropped below 20kph, with stopping time (coffee/food etc not taken into my average speed) I had minimum time to play with.

I know this route so well having ridden it both ways many times. I kept remembering each successive hill and pain and anger etched onto my face. I had got to the point where everything made me angry, the road too rough, the drivers too close, the drivers too fast, the hills too steep, too frequent, the wind too strong these thoughts overwhelming me my legs weakening after every revolution. The front tyre was deflating again…Grrrrrrrr. Oh yes I remember I did a few extra kms yesterday than usual.

But there is a turn 10kms from Kymi port what the ferryboat cones into sight and the road mirrors the coastline. When I get to that point I know all is good. Am I turned the corner my front tire was so low I was hitting rim to the ground at every ripple in the road. Stopping once again to to pump it up.

Riding along the coast line joy returned to my head and a broad smile plastered across my face, the georgeous colours of the sea, the cooling sea breeze.

Rode into the port, bought my ticket purchased some cold water to drink and rode onto the boat.

90 mins later we entered Linaria harbour, I had sat zombified for that whole time.

Of course getting back to my bike my front tire flat again. I so like to ride hard off the front of the boat and be half way home before the fittest car is off the boat but I had to roll to the side of the road and pump the tyre up. The 10km ride is once again pretty undulating and always with a headwind down the centre of the island.

The front door was locked, so I phoned Martha….. she was having a siesta.

Martha and I celebrated at O Stefanos on the beach.