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,…
190 miles Today was my day as the lead monkey. Given that none of us really knows where we are going, it does not make sense for any one person to take on all the way finding activities.
290 miles Today was supposed to be , and was, a day of exploring Northern German. The first stop was supposed to be Prora which is infamous for being where the Hitler youth had there summer camps. The second was Peenemünde again infamous because it was where the V2 rockets…
383 miles Today was a transit day to get us within striking distance of Poland. After getting of the boat and going through immigration – thanks Brexiteers – the first order of business was to meet Martyn on the motorway at a service station in Wilp.
The ferry from Hull to Rotterdam thinks it itself as a little cruise ship. Onboard there are entertainment lounges, slot machines, bars, a buffet, a coffee shop, and a fancy sit down restaurant.
92 miles It’s funny, I was quite excited about this trip along the M62. I had not been to Hull since 1988 or so. I was there for there years from 1982 to 1985 at Hull University.
26 miles Monday was a pretty quiet day. Mum and I had breakfast together. She Made me bacon butties. In return, I got her technology sorted out, at least mostly.