I woke up early after sleeping restlessly. I packed up my stuff and waited for the breakfast buffet to open. When it did I had a quick bite and checked out. I didn’t have my helmet or plugs on when I started the engine. It made a racket. It sounded like the cam chain doing bad stuff. I felt the usual paranoia creeping in the back of my head. It had been gone for a long time and now it was back. It didn’t stay long though because the racket was actually from the registration plate. the bottom nylon bolts had become a little loose and the plate was rattling against the back plate. The paranoia was gone and I was happy again.< After refueling I took off southwest and did a boring stretch on tarmac until Kesälahti. I had totally lost track of weekdays and passed the town while people were scurrying to work and kids slouching to school. I was pretty happy to be on the bike and was soon out of the town and on tarmac   [gallery columns="1" ids="338"] The eastern border was incredibly scenic. I wondered what it had been like to live here during the cold war. Or right after the Second World War, when the border with the Soviet Union suddenly was a lot closer. It seemed to me that the fields were large, and houses had foundations of stone. Up north it had all been more or less wooden buildings.   [gallery ids="339,340,341,342,343,344,345,346,347"] I had a route planned out to take me back home on small gravel roads. When I arrived in Virolahti, where the border meets the Baltic Sea, I knew that the ride was over. I had now seen more or less the whole eastern border of Finland. I had done over two thousand kilometers in under four days, mostly on dirt or gravel. It was time to head home. So I slipped into a highway coma, and was back in my garage in two hours.   [gallery ids="348,349,350,351,352,353"]