a cold, wet trip to the north and the recurring question: where to get good food in poland. i can't eat eggs with mustard in the morning or pierogi the whole week. we stayed in the countryside, got a taste of polish resorts, industry zones and stone-plastered streets, that ended in sludge. no fun if it is about to rain again and you have to maneuver a heavy machine. even the day before - although it was dry - we had to manage a street that was breaking apart and we had to get the bike out, before it completely slipped into the channel.

wondered if jocks really enjoyed privileges back then, as we slept in one of their beds: the matraze seemed to be the same since the seventies, as did the interior and the people. bedclothes decorated with rockets. no vodka at the bar, just again pierogi and a polish taste of hamburger with cabbage and watered tomato juice at the kiosk, the polish restaurant of choice. kids with blue and purple lips from the colored icecream, as in the smallest village you can get nothing but lody for sure; and these booths are easy to find unlike wine or vodka.

we were the attraction of the youngsters and a curiousity for the olders. my helmet graces the head of a slovak now, we only had to survive one crazy young driver, had some dry phases on the way and the people where helpfull, tak/ano.

abenteuerlich an. hab mich schon gefragt, ob die letzte woche in polen auch so scheussliches wetter war. In B wars grausig.