Elvis on the Move - Motorcycle Adventure Travel

So my adventure begins. My bike is out of customs (see release form below) and I get back to Air Canada to claim it. Now I spend the next hour reattaching items to my bike while two of the Air Canada employees argue over the best way for me to leave the airport. German does not lend itself well to poetry or song (sorry Danzig) but when it comes to arguing there is probably no better language. Anyways they sort it out, and after a couple of phone calls they decide on a route for me. So Elvis the world traveler, the adventurer, the navigator, the human compass. Given one easy decision takes the first wrong turn he can. Instead of heading East I go West. Doesn't sound so bad, but I do have a plan. Actually, that's all I have is a plan. I left my maps sitting neatly at home. Who needs maps when you have the language skills of a cactus? Fortunately the Germans made it very easy to turn around on the Autobahn. 70 kilometers later not only did I manage to turn around, I actually found...

I know these next few blogs are a little timed delayed due to the fact that I took a hard left turn at the 'Super Information Highway' and ended up on the 'No Information Dirt Backroad' Finding internet in many of these countries is like finding a virgin at a Hungarian wedding... It's nice when you do, but it's still pretty useless. The keyboards make it tough to write as well. They have letters and keys I have never seen before. For instance to make the '@' symbol you have to press Alt Gr and V. That was well thought out. So in the immortal words of der Fuhrer, ˝I made it out of Germany˝ Picking up the bike went mostly smoothly. The Air Canada guys were happy to see me and with the exception of one former US Marine who stayed in Germany after his tour was up I still get the same reaction when I tell people what route I plan to take. ˝Are you Crazy?˝ I took my paperwork over to the German customs and I found out how to confuse a German. Apparently motorc...