Now the WIMA rally in Lancaster has come to an end and I have moved on. Tonight, I’m staying in Chester. The town is nice, lots of old style buildings and there is a river, park etc. All the good bits, unfortunately there is some horse event in town so Chester also has lots of women in miniskirts with high heels and no ability to walk in them and men with wide striped shirts who laugh loudly. In other words, it is very different from the atmosphere I came from in Lancaster.
Chester - quite nice
International WIMA rally 2011 Great Britain – a summary:
Me and Anneli arrived late to the rally on Monday. Actually too late, rally control were chasing us with dinner tickets and rushed us to the restaurant. We had been busy all day, having seen the ruined Abbey, bought souvenirs (the book Dracula – of course) ridden in the Moors and later in the Dales, had potato soup in a Biker café and then finally arrived at the site for the rally happily unaware that we were late.
the Abbey and the ocean
the Yorshire Moors and me
the heather not yet in bloom... I have to come back!
Such a contrast, the rough Moors...
... & the cute Dales. Of course I prefer the Moors
The next day both Anneli and I had the presidents’ meeting. While she is the actual president of Estonian WIMA, I was the stand in for Sweden, being the only Swede attending. It was interesting to learn how things are decided and what questions were brought up. Four new countries had applied for membership in WIMA and all were voted in. I look forward to future rallies in India, Korea, Hungary and Caruso. After this we decided to let the bikes stay in the parking lot and instead investigate what Lancaster could offer. It was nice to give the body a rest and walk around a bit.
the castle, court, and until this year also Enlgand's oldest functioning prison
The rally provided a ticket to the castle. Apparently, it is still a running court so no pictures were allowed but the guide himself was a bit of an actor and the whole thing quite amusing. We could even try out the old prison cells if we wanted.
In the late afternoon I went for a walk. I wanted to try out one of the suggested routes in the city guide. Unfortunately it was very hard to follow the instructions so I got lost a bit and got back so late it was difficult to find a pub that still served food. Hmmm, in England the kitchen closes when it opens in Spain.
walking along the canal in Lancaster you see absolute prettiness
following a public footpath, actually the wrong one
The day after, (I have now officially lost the track of time) we went for riding in the Lake District and the Cumbria mountains. Fantastic views! Enjoyable ride as well, for most of the time. There were some really tricky bits with rough tarmac and gravel but for most of the time the roads were really nice.
what a view - and there was a home made ice-cream vendor there as well
fellow WIMA riders
The next day I got the chain tightened. I had been riding about 5000 kilometers after getting the new chain and it was slack. It was amazing to see how many people who got involved in this, helping out with tool and offering expertise. After this was sorted I went riding a bit on my own. The day was completed with the presidents’ dinner. Yum yum!
absolutely love it!
the presidents and representatives are gathered
Last day of the WIMA rally was once again a bike free day. My body is tired now after so many kilometres and the rest is welcome. I did some laundry, in real washing machines, I felt so rich after collecting all my perfectly clean clothes. The last evening, the rally provided a farewell meal and entertainment in the restaurant. The WIMA banner was handed over to Austria who will host the rally next year and we got to see their presentation for “Rocks & Riding”.
some of the attending nations' flags
part of the camp - location University of Cumbria
some people have been almost everywhere
Finally, Saturday morning, and farewell. It is hard to leave a rally not promising to attend next year. But who knows what time brings so for me it is, “until next time”. It is not possible to travel like this every summer.
everyone is getting packed and ready to hit the road
After departing from the rally Anneli and I had a planned route until lunch. We had chosen twisty smallish roads and had a great time and finally a meal together in Buxton. Then we split off in opposite directions, she went east and I went west. It is time to travel alone again, and it feels weird not to see her in my rear mirror.