Vango's last ride

 Vango's last ride

He'd been with them for quite a time
Kept them snug and kept them dry
But years they were not on his side
So, was he up for one last ride

They called him Vango
V.A.N.G.O. that's Vango
The finest tent they'd ever known

They wanted him for one last tour
With fabric faded, he wasn't sure
What if there was heavy rain
Could he cope with downpours pain

To the land of ice, the land of snow
He'd take them where they wanna go
They patched him here, they sealed him there
He braved it all, without a care

His name was Vango
V.A.N.G.O. that's Vango
Travellin roads that no one knows

At times the wind would bend his frame
The fabric shook time and time again
But he stood firm and braved the test
He was as good as all the rest

They were on the Isle of Sommaroy
Tromso today,  boy o boy
He'd done what he set out to do
To get them there, to see it through

His name was Vango
V.A.N.G.O
The rain may pour and the wind may blow

Suddenly a second  pole went snap
He knew there was no coming back
He'd stood up, when it mattered most
To get them to the finishing post

He got them to the end ,once more
They'll leave him on this distant shore
To dream about his feats galore
His road is run, he'll ride no more

His name was Vango
He served them well, it's time to go
That's Vango
V.A.N.G.O.

Has a single tent ever inspired more poetry?

Up at 6.45am to an overcast day which would only get worse with constant drizzle.

We weren't going to go out to shop when all we needed for breakfast was a banana, so we got stuck into our raspberries, blueberries, prunes, muesli and yoghurt.

Delicimo...!!!

First part of the morning was wandering over to the kitchen to do the dishes.

If we'd have had grass outside the cabin, at least we could have watched the grass grow....

Highlight was getting a face time from Georgina where we spoke for about 45mins.

Julia decided that to really spice things up, she'd whip over to the showers and do some washing at the same time.

Meanwhile, with plenty of time and wifi on my hands, I started at 1971 and began a "Nostalgia" Playlist.

Found the hits from that year and had a great time reminiscing and singing along.

Managed to get to 1973 with some crackers and amazingly remembered the words.

Around lunchtime we received a face time call from Dave and San, which was a great way to move into the afternoon.

Spoke about coming home and how we are now ready to see everyone and get back into a routine again.

It's only been two days off the bikes Pete.....calm down 

Calm down Pete.  I'm sure the rain will stop soon.

For lunch, we finished off stuff that we had and I grabbed a sandwich from the reception area.

Julia called the bike shop where we are getting the bike boxes to make sure they have them for us and we'll pick them up on Friday, rather than the pre arranged Saturday.

In the afternoon we had a face time call from Gary.

He was cruising up the Bosphorus, with Connor and appeared to be having a great time in Istanbul sightseeing and visiting the mosques and markets.

Julia gave me a haircut.....CUT IT OUT... 

and I followed that with a shave and shower.

A halt in the rain around 5pm, saw us ride a few kms to the supermarket to grab dinner and breakfast.

It's our last night in this camp, before we move into the hotel across the bridge, in Tromso town.

The aurora app is saying that there is a possibility of seeing it on Saturday night.

We'll take that and with the luck we've had with the weather this trip, you just never know.

It would be a fantastic way to cap off the tour.