Written 12th June
We wrote yesterday off in the end. Finished our coffee, found a shady layby and drank copious amounts of chinese tea whilst fettling and reading a book. then drove through the wooden villages looking for petrol
Not felt that rubbish for ages.
But up and about, full of beans this morning and off on our bikes in the bright morning sunshine.
We are very much looking forward to Poland as we have a great email from a Polish ex-colleague of Will's full of suggestions of places to go (mostly where he grew up in north east poland) and things to eat - excellent.
We decided to give cable cars, funiculars and high tatras a miss (although I was quite tempted by the Kasprowy Wierch cable car where you can get out at the top and stand with one foot in Poland and one in Slovakia on top of a mountain - but we have done a lots of border crossing lately and have Krakow, salt mines and Auschwitz on the itinerary for next week) so instead opted for valley walking in the West Tatras, as recommended by Adam (although he had originally thought we would be here in march when high tatras unavailable due to snow). Still, after the uphill exertions of the other day, nice gentle valleys sounded temptingand the lp reckoned we could cycle them so that would be good.
by the river,
Back on the bikes, we tried to find the cycle track to Dolina Chocolowska and ended up accidentally down the wrong valley which, whilst perfect for hardy mountain biking types, was just too bumpy for poor little me. Although surprisingly, it was my arms couldn't take the joggling - how can you go cycling and have to stop because your arms can't take it any more! - I know, I am a girly wuss.
We did find the right valley and cycled down it as far as the metalled road went but I had to admit defeat (due to lack of arm stamina) where the road turned to track, so we headed back again.