I think that you made a very courageous and intuitive posting, Meistre.
But that you made that posting at the wrong time. Doing so within sight of home is not the best time to do it, but rather four weeks after you've got back.
Yes, bikes are uncomfortable at times, yes, they're not convenient.
But have you ever driven out in a convoy of cars with like-minded friends just for the hell of it? Probably not.
Let me explain.
Some time back, I owned a restored Fiat 500 and I belonged to the Fiat 500 Club. This tiny little 500cc air-cooled twin car was beautifully restored to it's former glory.
I toured Europe in it three times with the club, a trip of 2,000 miles each time. First time on my own, the second time with my son and the third time with my daughter. It was a slow and hot journey. But great fun. But there were times in that car that I felt exactly as you feel now. Exactly. And that was in a car.
If I did it now on a motorcycle, it would be uncomfortable at times - and hot too, I expect - but for all the positive reasons listed above it would be better. Meeting people, seeing the world from a different perspective. Riding the machine, living the machine.
Post again in two or three weeks. You'll feel differently by then.
J
PS when touring I now absolutely insist on the following:
1) No camping. No way. I'm too old for that malarkey now, at 47. I want a decent bed, an en-suite bathroom and clean sheets and towels. Jump off the bike and throw your case on the bed. Ready for a beer.
2) Tour with friends. Over a beer or two and a good meal, somehow everything that happened during the day seems better and more enjoyable.
3) Make daily distances sensible. For me, 250-300 miles on a bike is the absolute maximum. It's a hobby, not a crusade. What's the point in doing 600 miles and killing yourself?
I should add that I sold the little Fiat after we had to drive from Portofino in Italy on the Mediterranean coast back to Grimsby in a hurry. My father-in-law had died suddenly and unexpectedly, and I had to return home as quickly as possible. 1,200 miles in a car with a top speed of 60 mph. Hot, no air-con. We did it in 32 hours (with an 8 hour stop to sleep) - but the point I make is that if you set yourself huge targets, you spoil the experience. In this case there was no alternative. But you see my point.