I was hesitating wether to stay one day longer, also because it was raining all morning and I'm not so fond of riding in the rain and I don't like packing a wet tent. But then I was not so fond of Leba either (very touristy), it's rather in Gdansk I want to spend time and I decided to go for it. The rain stopped barley one hour after takeoff, lucky me.
The night before there was a wedding. I did not see it but the brouhaha kept me awake for quite some time. Ironically this days theme seemed to be death. Since I really wanted to make it to Gdansk, it was an asphalt day. The road leaving Leba is a main axis and there where uncomfortably many of these crosses and flowers on the side of the road. I was glad when I finally turned into a side road. But overall there was not much traffic and most of the drivers seemed to respect me as a traffic participant. A couple of kilometers south, while exiting Lebrok, I passed by a graveyard where people almost were streaming to. I probably never saw a graveyard so colorfull and packed with flowers like this one. I was very impressed how these people dealt with death.
It was nice riding one a Sunday. Whenever I crossed a village in the morning and early afternoon I saw spruce looking people most of the time on their way to the center, the church.
I made it to Gdansk around 7pm, after 130 and, who would have thought, around 2000m difference in altitude, that were achieved by ocillating between -9 and 300m above sea level. Also I reached the 1000 km in total. To reward myself I wanted to go in a hostel, but the first was not a place to feel comfortable and the second one my map appeared to have ceased to exist. So after circling through a good part of the town, I ended up on the camping. There I met two guys from Pilniz having made almost the exact same tour as myself, only they took 14 days and were camping wild most of the time. So I had my first long conversation since I crossed the border to Poland . The exchange of stories was lasting late into the night.
The night before there was a wedding. I did not see it but the brouhaha kept me awake for quite some time. Ironically this days theme seemed to be death. Since I really wanted to make it to Gdansk, it was an asphalt day. The road leaving Leba is a main axis and there where uncomfortably many of these crosses and flowers on the side of the road. I was glad when I finally turned into a side road. But overall there was not much traffic and most of the drivers seemed to respect me as a traffic participant. A couple of kilometers south, while exiting Lebrok, I passed by a graveyard where people almost were streaming to. I probably never saw a graveyard so colorfull and packed with flowers like this one. I was very impressed how these people dealt with death.
It was nice riding one a Sunday. Whenever I crossed a village in the morning and early afternoon I saw spruce looking people most of the time on their way to the center, the church.
I made it to Gdansk around 7pm, after 130 and, who would have thought, around 2000m difference in altitude, that were achieved by ocillating between -9 and 300m above sea level. Also I reached the 1000 km in total. To reward myself I wanted to go in a hostel, but the first was not a place to feel comfortable and the second one my map appeared to have ceased to exist. So after circling through a good part of the town, I ended up on the camping. There I met two guys from Pilniz having made almost the exact same tour as myself, only they took 14 days and were camping wild most of the time. So I had my first long conversation since I crossed the border to Poland . The exchange of stories was lasting late into the night.
