Pity i didnt know when you were going to Santa’s place. I would have asked you to have a quiet word with him about that Scalextrix set I wanted when I was 10. Which he didn’t bring. :crying:
Still think amazing…
Bricking it you must have been on Santa’s naughty list!
Tell me how does stace manage to trim his beard whilst yours just keeps growing? 
Day 21.
Trip log:
We left Riga this morning, and headed South.
Lithuania, like Estonia and Latvia, has many smaller roads that are unsurfaced.
We went to see the Hill of Crosses
We then headed towards Klaipėda
We’ll cross into Kaliningrad tomorrow and spend the day there. Another Russian border…
Definitely, friendly locals 
Thanks.
Santa wasn’t there apparently. Interestingly, you never see Stace and Santa in the same place at the same time…
Day 22
Trip log:
We rode out of Klaipėda and took on the Curonian Spit to Kaliningrad. To get onto the spit you must take a ferry. At 18 euros for about 400 meters, it might be the world’s most expensive?
Once you’ve crossed over, to enter the park it’s more money - 20 euros… 
And the beach today wasn’t exactly Baywatch.
Lunch in Nida, before going for the crossing. Sometimes when we park up, the bikes draw a small crowd
The crossing was no bother, and took no time. But once crossed, they ask for 300 rubles to enter their side of the park! The spur isn’t a cheap route!
We arrived in Kaliningrad, and it was raining. It’s a place that’s not easy to take a nice picture of, put it that way.
We’ve got pretty good at finding the best in a bad situation though…
Day 23
Trip log:
After quietly sneaking out of the dorm, I forgot that it’s not easy to sneak out of anywhere with a 990 and Akras. Having also spent last night inventing ‘the feisty merlot’ (large red wine, shot of vodka), I was not entirely in the spirit of adventure.
We made a dreary escape to the border
Before leaving, we decided to fill with some cheap Russian petrol. Apparently car manufacturers didn’t know what they were doing when they designed fuel tanks, so people here ride up onto wooden blocks to cram in as much highly volatile and expanding fuel into their often completely dilapidated motorvehicles. It will come as little surprise that the roads surrounding this petrol station bear the rainbow stains of overflowing benzine.
Leaving Russia was easy enough, but expect a 3/4 hour wait to get into the EU.
There’s always something pleasantly reassuringly about entering the EU. We decided to slog through Poland to get to Berlin. The route 22 is a beautiful biking road if anyone needs to cross in a similar manner.
Over the bridge and into Germany.
We’re taking another day to see Berlin tomorrow, so with no time like the present
Stunning updates guys, thanks for doing this!
I feel a proper front page article about all this.
Cheers Andrew. I have just spoken with Martin about this and when we both get back it would be a good idea.
Some seriously good images too. Feck you both do a passable impression of being pros at this.
Day 24
A day off in Berlin to see the city
Despite riding our motorbikes for four weeks, we still wanted to visit the MZ museum
Then a few beers…
50% Coke and 50% Fanta. Hmmn.
Day 25
Trip log:
Today was a difficult day, for two reasons.
Firstly the riding was easy and the roads were clear, but rather the process of heading west and homewards started to bite. Anyone who has done a bike trip of some size will know this feeling: that the fun is almost over, that you will be back, and worst of all that hardly anyone you know will understand, comprehend or care why you’ve done this.
Secondly and rather personally, one of the reasons I can do these trips is that I was unexpectedly made homeless in March, which coincided rather badly with a personal relationship ending unamicably, and having only been a month into a work break. Returning back to England where I don’t have many positive memories, a job, or indeed anywhere to live is compounded by feeling that Berlin could be a place I could spend a few years. This trip helped me hit my 80th visited country, so I can safely say I rarely find myself feeling like a place could be home.
I truly was in two minds whether to wave Stace off and throw down some roots here. Inside a medium sized Caberg Sintesi was a lonely head.
We left Berlin and headed west.
I forgot how lovely Germany can be on a sunny day.
We had wanted to see Stace’s old barracks today, however with some faffing around this morning we decided to fall short and spend a full day doing this tomorrow.
I’ve never seen this type of accommodation offered in a hostel, but I like it.
We’re right next to a large lake
The poor owner of this boat was having a bad day - not only was his vessel slipping out of the crane, it was doing so because it was full of water.
Day 26
Trip log:
(I use an iPhone to record our tracks, but today it got so hot in the tankbag that it switched off a few times!)
The day started off with a little chat…
A stop to see a rather impressive version of one of the many Kaiser Wilhelm Monuments that can be found in Germany
Next stop, where Stace was stationed for a few years some decades ago.
We stopped for the night in a bike-themed hotel in Osnabrück.
The writing is now on the wall. With Stace taking the Calais ferry tomorrow, and me taking the Hook from Holland, it was clear that our trip from London, up through Norway, over to Murmansk, down through Finland, through the Baltics, Poland, and Germany would be ending tomorrow, in Osnabrück. Celebrating 6363 miles like only we know how.
Martin and Stace
Thanks for posting all of your pictures, videos and narrative. Great trip. I haven’t enjoyed it as much as you clearly have. Wish I could have.
Day 27
Trip log:
With my friend needing to catch the Calais ferry, he left earlier than I did.
It was odd not having the GS in my mirrors
No prizes for guessing where I stopped on the way 
After a few more miles I was at the Hook of Holland, so checked in and got onboard the Stenna Brittanica to Harwich.
After seeing so many of these signs on our trip, it was nice to get another hutten in!
Day 28
Trip log:
This sign is 5km from the port… a little too late?
A route through the middle of London
A reminder of where our friends saw us off all those weeks ago
Before the final leg back through the countryside
Welcome home you two!!
Really enjoyed this and catch up soon
Welcome back