Remaining was the short 200km jaunt to my final continental twin city in Rotterdam. With a ferry booked and my guts for my wife's garters if I was late I have never before been so paranoid about creaks and rattles from my scooter. That didn't mean diversions were out of the question though. On the way I took a small detour towards Utrecht to meet with Frank Dietz, a scooterist friend of more than 25 years. Along the way you must take time to smell the flowers. That's the rules...
After the local delicacies of Fristi and uitsmijter it was a short hop to Rotterdam where I was met by Joep from the town council for a most relaxing meeting at an outside table over a pint. Rotterdam is a vibrant multicultural city as well as Europe's biggest port.
All that remained were the few kilometres to Europort where P&O's luxurious Pride of Hull was waiting to whisk me home to my family after 45 days away. How cool then to find other Lambrettas inside from Darlington Scooter Club on their way home from Euro Lambretta in Austria.
Small world ain't it?