Thomas and Anne Rost, as promised, aboard their new sailing boat on the Havel today, close in fact to where we used to live in Berlin back in 1979-81. A lovely day sailing and mooring and swimming and lunching in very warm early summer sunshine. Thomas and Anne were allowed, legally and after years of … Read more …
So, this is the photo I didn’t dare post. Proof of the piebald impact of cycling westward only. Nicely suntanned knees and calves, and forearms, but the rest as delicate as a baby’s bottom. It’s been lovely to take a short break in Berlin this weekend with old friends Herbert and Jörg Hildebrandt formerly from … Read more …
Sorry, couldn’t help it. Another 100 miles today, driven by a glorious tailwind westward out of Poland into smooth-roaded and copiously-cycle-tracked Germany, to the Scharmützel Lake (see pic) just short of Berlin, where ended the day with a magnificent swim. Riding constantly west for the past week in what’s now a very warm, sunny early … Read more …
YES YES YES…. 100 miles (and a bit more) in one day. My friend Clive had challenged me to the ton, so with a rip-roaring tail wind, flat flat flat western Polish countryside and an early start from my Wroclaw youth hostel this morning, it was a doddle. The real challenge of course is being … Read more …
Replete in Wroclaw/Breslau with an awesome meal of ribs and Silesian cheesecake, it’s Germany’s and Poland’s complex and bloody history which loom large today. Last night’s conversations with my formerly German hosts (mother Helena and daughter Monika in the delayed photo above, outside the impressive tourist barn the family has rebuilt with its own hands) … Read more …
All those who believe in this blog, clap your hands.…. Hmm, can’t hear you. ALL THOSE WHO BELIEVE IN THIS BLOG, CLAP YOUR HANDS!….. Ah. Did I hear the sound of at least one hand clapping? If so, the meditative part of this journey must be working. (Obscure Buddhist reference…) It’s good to be seriously … Read more …
Seventy-four miles today from Krakow to unlovely and industrial Katowice in southern Poland via Auschwitz, which bothered me. Tourists in their hordes, and history presented in blacks and whites. Very bad Nazis and very good everyone else. Including (for much of the museum text dates back still to Communist days in Poland) good Soviets, good … Read more …
Now well on the way towards Krakow, having crossed tiny but tall Slovakia in two days. Where, in the shadow of the High Tatra mountains – rising as suddenly out of the land as Scotland’s Cuilins seem to do from the sea in Skye – special thanks to Milan and Melania Oravec for their exceptional … Read more …
My mobile evidently didn’t like Northern Hungary. But it feels entirely happy and reconnected in Slovakia. So, the blog resumes. I wanted to put up a photo of shop-owner and -keeper Zoltan at an awesome bikeshop near Salgotarjan near the Slovak border (yes, bicycle in Hungarian is Kerekpar, nothing you can get a handle on) … Read more …
Just when I thought I’d get back to the blog, now that I’m on the road again heading up into Slovakia and Poland, my Blackberry SIM card crashes. So, I’ll be offline for a few days, including phone and email and blog, until I can get a replacement SIM shipped from the UK to Krakow, … Read more …