The End......or just the beginning?
Well I tryed really hard to make this story a big tough adventure, but of course all along it was just another love story. I hate a love story as much as the next person (lonely middle-aged women excluded), but that was the way the story was to roll from it's very beginning. This whole idea, dreamed up in a Melbourne pub during a Sunday session, was based around me asking my long time, long distance Danish girlfriend Renee to marry me. After all anyone can ride halfway across the earth, but it takes real balls to ask a girl to marry you (well, I wasn't scared but maybe some of you are...) The whole thing was a very badly kept secret of course and will come as no surprise to a lot of you, but also a big surprise to many who didn't pay attention to all the clues left in this blog. One major problem, that resulted in many heated beer fueled arguments was if I should take the ring with me from Australia all the way across. Many argued it was a crazy thing to do on top of an already crazy thing that I was doing. I really wanted to take it with me, but some last minute hesitation with thoughts of being mugged in Vladivostok and also too many likeness' to The Lord of the Rings made me forget the idea and stick to buying the ring in Copenhagen or Stockholm when I was in the safety of Scandinavia.
There were plenty of little challenges along the way to stop me getting here in one piece (and un-married). Worn out tyres, Mongolian riverbeds, Russian trucks, crap fuel, border crossings, police, marrage proposals (ironic) rain, fog, snow, ice..... But, with the help of all of you and some all-to-kind strangers I made it. I really made it!! I'll write a blog on how I did it as soon as I work out how the hell I did do it.
The one last challenge was a closed tunnel just outside of Copenhagen due to an accident making me about 2 hours late to meet Renee. Sitting outside the entrance to this blocked tunnel for two hours and actually being able to see most of Copenhagen across the water was fate showing how cruel it could really be. But, of course I eventually made it to a crappy little place called the Island Hotel (Google it, highly recommended for the end of any adventure) in Copenhagen and met Renee out the front. We made all the onlookers well and truely sick with our public displays of affection, lucky it's Denmark, we may of been arrested in less liberal country's. Then, without wasting any more time (8 weeks on the road is enough wasted time) I asked Renee if she was crazy enough to marry me. For the first time ever Renee didn't have much to say, which gave me time to think about having ride back across Russia when she said no. But, after a scary amount of silence, Renee said that she would love too.
And so it begins.