Sam was thinking...Pub-Crawl

Trip Start Mar 10, 2005
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Trip End May 20, 2005


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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Well, the stories from this one day would take a couple of lifetimes to tell, but i'll keep it short and sweet here. The day was a tough slog on the bikes, let me put it this way, on roads that Sam and I would usually average 18 miles/hour we were struggling to average 8 miles/hour...strong headwinds...very, very tough going. It was not until the afternooon that things began to get interesting on this day of the tour. As Sam and I were sitting in a roadside cafe enjoying a well-earned beer...I began to say to Sam...'I was thinking that...' and Sam blurts out 'a Pub-Crawl'. I was thinking more along the lines of getting something to eat, calling it a day and then finding a place just down the road to set up camp for the night...but hey, one in all in. And so the afternoon begins, another beer at the same roadside Cafe and then we ride down the road to the main-street of Turek. About 200 metres down the street and there is a pub selling beer..so in we go, two 500ml pivo's thanks (beers...3kc less than aus$2 or 1Euro)...we are the only two in the place, not that that stops us from enjoying ourselves/the beer. Back on the bikes and 500 metres down the road we come to the end of the town and we are thinking that maybe the Pub-crawl works better when there is more than one place in town selling beers...but on closer inspection we see another bar/pizzeria across the square that could possible help us out, and yes they can and do...another couple of Pivos. While sitting in this pizzeria, we decide that a bite to eat is in order so a couple of Pizzas (8kc or aus$4 or 2Euros) and a sandwich are quickly devoured (the amount of food we eat while on the road is amazing). As the pizzas are going down we spot another hotel that may possibly serve beer, so off we go and yes they do, so 2 pivos please...by this stage we are feeling pretty happty about ourselves and everything in general, so back on the bikes and off to find a campsite. I nearly come undone as we pedal away from this pub...for some strange reason my co-ordination is not quite at its peak...Pub-Crawl finished, not yet, we realise that to get out of town we must head back past the first pub, so in we go and grab another couple of drinks...Baileys it is this time, and I think by the way the bar tenders were laughing at us, the alcohol had well and truly taken a hold. We finally make it back onto the highway and are heading out towards the forests...then out of the blue another pub/bar rears its head, and so it must be done...we pull in, however this pub/bar has a strange feeling about it right from the start...it may have been the sign covered with big-busted girls and the big-barking dogs in the front yard, but in we go anyways...sit down order two beers and are immediately accompanied by two less than formerly dressed ladies. Yep thats right Sam and I had just walked in and ordered beers in a countryside brothel of Poland...it took Sam a while to realise what had just happened, I was sitting there laughing to myself and enjoying the beer...realising that they would charge us hard when they finally understood we weren't there for anything but a beer (which they did, 10kc nearly three times the usual price). Very funny indeed, then we got out the camera and took a couple of pics with a few of the employees of the fine establishment...strangely the girls who had been so friendly when we walked in, wanted nothing to do with the photos. Finally it was back onto the bikes for the final time...pitch black outside by now, so it's on with our lights...between us we had one working head-torch and one working tail-light...so I led the way and Sam followed. More than once I misjudged the side of the road, we rode like this for over 10 kms until we found what appeared to be, and turned out to be, a good campsite amongst some roadside trees. As you can imagine it was a very orderly setup of the tent and unpacking of the bikes, Sam and I then in a very controlled and well-mannered way ate the rest of our bread and then drifted off to sleep (or more accurately passed out)
The morning arrives and we have a visit from a very confused charachter. On his way into Turek on his bike, this individual (not quite right mentally...I think) stops in and says hello, then jibbers away in Polish...Sam and I are consistently saying No Polish, No Polish...but he continues, then I get the feeling that this guy is not just here for a chat...then he confirms my suspicions, making it clear that he was after some loving...a few more threatening No's from Sam and I and he was on his way, No harm done.
Just another average day on the road from Italy to Sweden.
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