I successfully rode my bike off the train by the simple expedient of not wearing my helmet, which gave me several extra inches of clearance. It was very odd riding along a station platform in a line of cars and bikes, but the system seemed to work. We returned our hi-viz, loaded the bikes, and set off.
We had blithely assumed that having navigated across eastern Europe, finding our way back to Calais would be a doddle. In fact we got lost exiting the station and lost again in 'sHertogenbosch, ending up on a country road which, while charming, was clearly not about to turn into a motorway.
Once pointed in the right direction by the lead driver of a classic car rally, we made rapid progress across Holland and Belgium. We arrived in ample time to make the Chunnel crossing we'd booked, and rolled off the train in Folkstone to late-afternoon sun. Howard and I parted at the M20/M26 junction, and the holiday was officially over.
Until the Motorail piqued my interest, Slovenia wasn't somewhere I'd considered as a holiday destination, although I'd heard good things about Croatia. But it was a wonderful trip, filled with great roads, amazing scenery and starchy food. Howard's appetite was so whetted he has talked about a future trip to Romania. That seems a little ambitious to me, but we'll see. And next time, I will ride my own bike both on and off the train...
Trip total: 2823