208 miles Today was the last day of all the gang being together. Martyn’s plan was to stay in Germany and do some more exploring before heading back to the UK later. As the forecast called for rain and we could not check in at the ferry until 4:30 in…

352 miles The trip out of Poland and back into Germany had a single goal. Get us into position for an easy trip across Holland and to the ferry on Monday. As such, it was another big riding day. It was all motorways and once again on the autobahn it…

390 Miles Let me start by saying that it should only have been 190 miles.

166 miles Nysa is a plain little town on the Czechia border with Poland. We ended up staying at a quaint, loosely termed, hostel close to the center of town. The place was probably built in the 1930s or so. It had expansive rooms that were stacked with antique furniture…

88 miles Given the weather was supposed to turn from sunny, hot, and the 90s (30 or something in Celsius) to rain, we decided to hole up in Krakow for a couple of days. As we were only an hour or so from Auschwitz, I decided that I was going…

156 miles Today was another day following the Vistula river south and east to Kraków. I was nominated for lead off as everyone else’s nav was taking us back to the ferry. For whatever reason, my gps did not agree with anyone else’s and after constant re-routing they turned theirs…

148 Miles PSA – Płock is pronounced something on the lines of Pwotch. Today, we basically followed the course of the Vistula from Płock to Kazimierz Dolny. Breakfast in Płock came from a little bakery around the corner from the apartment. I had what I would in the US call…

144 miles The ride down to Plock was easy for most of the way. Leaving Jora Wielka, we went out the same way that we came in which meant dirt road, sand wash, and cobblestones. Going back up the cobblestone was no problem. Like all riding going uphill feels much…

109 miles Jora Wielka is on the edge of what is know as the land of 1000 lakes, quite a bit shy of the 10,000 in Minnesota. It also known as the Polish Lake District but it is missing the mountains if you compare it to the English Lake District.

167 miles We decided to go into Gdańsk for breakfast today. My mental impression of the city was formed watching the solidarity movement strikes back in the 1980s with Lech Wałęsa. (Typing this, I’ve just realized where the name of the beer comes from). It is nothing like the grey,…