Trip Start Aug 17, 2009
27Trip End Dec 03, 2009
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The southern Poles seemed much like the northern Slovakians if it hadn't been for their fantastic houses and penchant for a cow. Every house seemed to have one cow, maybe two but never three. The cow is not industrialized here. According to asign back in Parnica kindly written in a strange form of English, during the 16th Century Valachial shepherds from Romania and the Ukraine came to Slovakia, bred so many cows that the subsequent deforestation and de-grassing led to devastating landslides. Always the foreigner's fault (wink). Anyway it seems they've learnt their lesson regarding large numbers of cows.
After a steep descent into Zakopane, during which I revised my policy on non-brake use, I was really tired.
Zakopane is a major town for visitors to the area and has so embraced tourism that I nearly had and in fact partially did, have brain overload and subsequent shutdown at the number of signs. Although there were signs for everything from sausages to wild hog racing I couldn't find the camping. All directions were red herrings even those of the grumpy police. I took to pushing my bike as it used different muscles and looking for someone who may have a bit of local knowledge and an aptitude for mime or map drawing.
Success in a bread shop.
With map in hand I pushed my bike (uphill of course) for what was an eternity, getting more and more angry as clothes, map, helmet, lights, lock decided to fall off the overloaded metallic stallion and still no signs for my resting place. Before I completely lost it and dropped everything to go and live naked in the forest I thought it best to sit down and eat the punnet of blueberries "super fruit packed with nutrition", I nearly vomited.
Needless to say the campsite wasn't far off and it was only my exhaustion and irritability which had barred my way.