https://soundcloud.com/duende/fade-to-after-a-psycicle
Thanks to David aka DJ Duende aka my brother who lightens up the road for us and illuminates the sky with rainbows, lollypops and fluffly pink clouds to rest our heads on :)
Thanks!
dinsdag 16 juli 2013
maandag 15 juli 2013
Paradise Lost!
Here we are again! We know, we know, it has been a while... We were too busy drinking mojitos by the lake while recovering from a too close encounter with Czech asphalt.
It was kind of exciting, with blood and broken bones, guts splashing everywhere, cars topped over and the vultures gathering to pick up what was left of Maria from the floor. I chased them away and put the pieces in a plastic Lidl bag, went to the camping and puzzled her back together. And here she is, sitting next to me with an arm for a leg and her head backwards on her shoulders (I was never good in puzzles, you know), but she as pretty as always and when you point at her knee she jumps 2 meters high.
Buuuuutt annyywaaaayyy... Here we are again, hitting the roads, better then ever, faster then before!
See you later Lance Armstrong, hasta la vista Eddy Merckx and please join us Pantani in the sky :)
You can even bring your doping and professional bikes, you will never beat team Maria+Kelly shortly to be nicknamed team MK ULTRA.
Next year on our way to Lost Theory we'll enter the Tour de France and probably will finish two days before the rest of the cyclists make it on the top of the first coll.
HA!
The recovery took place in parts because we are not used to stay in the same place longer than two nights and so we left a hostel to move to a camping nearby, which is where the mojito adventure took place... And then we kept going, with enough time and speed (velocity, i mean) to drive by the Austrian village where Paradise Festival took place right on the last day, being passed in the road by tired happy hippies in their vans... Quite frustrating, wishing I had fallen down a couple of days earlier or not fallen at all, natuurlijk, but okay...
On exchange for not letting us in, God sent us to a wine making region of Austria and we ended up in a camping where the receptionist giggled in a way that was very familiar to us (sort of psychotic laugh of somebody who drinks slow but consistently). We told him we'd love to buy some wine as we saw we were in a wine region and he switched himself on: like a wizard, he produced two glasses and four bottles out of the fridge behind the counter...
So it is a funny thing: you want to buy a bottle, but he will not sell it to you unless you have some full glasses of tasters (i mean FULL, nothing of that sissyshit drop of wine for the connoisseurs). Full glasses man, we had probably a bottle of tasting. Then we bought one and then he just gave one for free for the sake of...?? What the hell, just because he is the freaking boss and he can do whatever he feels like :)
And, anyway ... we are still too young to go to paradise.
We should of course describe some nice scenery and events from the beautiful places we pass buy
so here they are: trees, roads, lakes, animals, castles, roads, sun, rain, euh , toothless bums, some more nice trees, roads then some more lakes, scary looking teenagers trying parcour in an oxidated power tower, an old man in underwear trying to grab Maria's ass and another old alcoholic one hitting her on the head with a newspaper and that's about it. Nothing new under the sun.
We are really enjoying these countries where you can still smoke in bars and people start to drink @ 8 in the morning on a Sunday and have no problems in sharing their lives with us, in their language and not giving a fuck if we understand them and if we just drink our coffees, nodding from time to time so they think we understand and empathize. Also it is supercool to be finally in a place where you can order a shot of strong spirits along your coffee, beer or water just to start the day and nobody looks at you like its something excessive to do...
In a couple of days it will be two months since we left Belgium. We have done around 2000 kms now and it feels good to know you only need a good reason, one or another, to keep going... There was a Turkish couple last night in our camping, biking from Berlin to Venice in order to get married there, another valid excuse to get up every morning to pedal like mad with the feeling of getting nowhere and being as lost and exhausted as always. Having an aim helps. There we go, SUN Festival!! :)
It was kind of exciting, with blood and broken bones, guts splashing everywhere, cars topped over and the vultures gathering to pick up what was left of Maria from the floor. I chased them away and put the pieces in a plastic Lidl bag, went to the camping and puzzled her back together. And here she is, sitting next to me with an arm for a leg and her head backwards on her shoulders (I was never good in puzzles, you know), but she as pretty as always and when you point at her knee she jumps 2 meters high.
Buuuuutt annyywaaaayyy... Here we are again, hitting the roads, better then ever, faster then before!
See you later Lance Armstrong, hasta la vista Eddy Merckx and please join us Pantani in the sky :)
You can even bring your doping and professional bikes, you will never beat team Maria+Kelly shortly to be nicknamed team MK ULTRA.
Next year on our way to Lost Theory we'll enter the Tour de France and probably will finish two days before the rest of the cyclists make it on the top of the first coll.
HA!
The recovery took place in parts because we are not used to stay in the same place longer than two nights and so we left a hostel to move to a camping nearby, which is where the mojito adventure took place... And then we kept going, with enough time and speed (velocity, i mean) to drive by the Austrian village where Paradise Festival took place right on the last day, being passed in the road by tired happy hippies in their vans... Quite frustrating, wishing I had fallen down a couple of days earlier or not fallen at all, natuurlijk, but okay...
On exchange for not letting us in, God sent us to a wine making region of Austria and we ended up in a camping where the receptionist giggled in a way that was very familiar to us (sort of psychotic laugh of somebody who drinks slow but consistently). We told him we'd love to buy some wine as we saw we were in a wine region and he switched himself on: like a wizard, he produced two glasses and four bottles out of the fridge behind the counter...
So it is a funny thing: you want to buy a bottle, but he will not sell it to you unless you have some full glasses of tasters (i mean FULL, nothing of that sissyshit drop of wine for the connoisseurs). Full glasses man, we had probably a bottle of tasting. Then we bought one and then he just gave one for free for the sake of...?? What the hell, just because he is the freaking boss and he can do whatever he feels like :)
And, anyway ... we are still too young to go to paradise.
We should of course describe some nice scenery and events from the beautiful places we pass buy
so here they are: trees, roads, lakes, animals, castles, roads, sun, rain, euh , toothless bums, some more nice trees, roads then some more lakes, scary looking teenagers trying parcour in an oxidated power tower, an old man in underwear trying to grab Maria's ass and another old alcoholic one hitting her on the head with a newspaper and that's about it. Nothing new under the sun.
We are really enjoying these countries where you can still smoke in bars and people start to drink @ 8 in the morning on a Sunday and have no problems in sharing their lives with us, in their language and not giving a fuck if we understand them and if we just drink our coffees, nodding from time to time so they think we understand and empathize. Also it is supercool to be finally in a place where you can order a shot of strong spirits along your coffee, beer or water just to start the day and nobody looks at you like its something excessive to do...
In a couple of days it will be two months since we left Belgium. We have done around 2000 kms now and it feels good to know you only need a good reason, one or another, to keep going... There was a Turkish couple last night in our camping, biking from Berlin to Venice in order to get married there, another valid excuse to get up every morning to pedal like mad with the feeling of getting nowhere and being as lost and exhausted as always. Having an aim helps. There we go, SUN Festival!! :)
zondag 7 juli 2013
FEAR AND LOATHING IN CZECH REPUBLIC!
Here we are, and euh …We really start to wonder Tsjechie whats up with you? You guys seem to have parties all over the place, give a tired traveller a rest , please , i think I'm going mad :)
So there we were, going down hill enchanted by the view of the destination town there in the valley after spending one hour under the freaking tarp under the freaking rain under the freaking trees when we got thrilled at the sight of the camping sign… It even had a pool, wow!!! and it was cheap, and clean and had a bunch of people having fun and listening to music while bbqing and we had our cold beers and sandwiches and it was all perfect until now, 23h, and the drum and base party making us feel as crazy as if we were in a damn festival.Maybe they will finish the party soon as there are two party overdosed people here :) Or only one, Kelly says. But he had the privilege of finishing off my beer (the one i had not ordered, by the way). They are even playing the European national anthem. Crap, Kelly says, is there an European anthem? I thought that was a Carnival song. And we laugh, cause we are well humored people
So there we were, going down hill enchanted by the view of the destination town there in the valley after spending one hour under the freaking tarp under the freaking rain under the freaking trees when we got thrilled at the sight of the camping sign… It even had a pool, wow!!! and it was cheap, and clean and had a bunch of people having fun and listening to music while bbqing and we had our cold beers and sandwiches and it was all perfect until now, 23h, and the drum and base party making us feel as crazy as if we were in a damn festival.Maybe they will finish the party soon as there are two party overdosed people here :) Or only one, Kelly says. But he had the privilege of finishing off my beer (the one i had not ordered, by the way). They are even playing the European national anthem. Crap, Kelly says, is there an European anthem? I thought that was a Carnival song. And we laugh, cause we are well humored people
HAHAHAHAHAHA :D
So it seems that when Kelly en Maria don't go to the party, the party comes to them. Babylon is chasing us and there is no rest for the wicked!!! We would love to embrace it and we would normally do that, but the extra efforts of making it all by bicycle plus the extra festival just the day before yesterday (plus the hangover day: we made it as far as 10 km, but we had to stop because the road seemed to go straight when it was very curvy and I've mistaken a red light for green more than one time ) are simply too much…
Oh, didn't we tell you about the extra festival we found just a few days after VIBE, called BREAKFEST?
So there we were, conquering this mountain in the hot sun, sweating, sticky and still not fully recovered from our last dancing excursion, when we heard music through the trees, right in the spot where we decided to have lunch.
And there they stood, colorfully shining in the sun: two french camper vans with matching technofreaks around it.
So there we were, conquering this mountain in the hot sun, sweating, sticky and still not fully recovered from our last dancing excursion, when we heard music through the trees, right in the spot where we decided to have lunch.
And there they stood, colorfully shining in the sun: two french camper vans with matching technofreaks around it.
We were happy. Some company we think, we talk a bit, they ask something about breakfast. I go like "no, we are going to get lunch, thank you , do you want some vodka, beer maybe?"
- No no if your are going to BREAKFEST ?
- No no if your are going to BREAKFEST ?
- What ?
- A festival. It's about 8 kilometers from here, straight and then in the next village you see signs.
Oh hell
………
Yeah, it took us two minutes to decide to make it there for one night: if you think about it a festival is just like a camping but with cool music and more people and dogs and we don't really have the obligation to party all night, right? We can just go a bit and go to sleep early, right? Sure we can do that...
- A festival. It's about 8 kilometers from here, straight and then in the next village you see signs.
Oh hell
………
Yeah, it took us two minutes to decide to make it there for one night: if you think about it a festival is just like a camping but with cool music and more people and dogs and we don't really have the obligation to party all night, right? We can just go a bit and go to sleep early, right? Sure we can do that...
A bit of talk at the gate and we entered with a nice price, so in we go... We really liked it, we didn't know anything from the djs or the music but it made us dance... We met some cool people and that is all we can remember. And now the idea of carrying vodka along the trip does not feel as appealing as before...
We are in the climax of our physical tiredness and our mental health screams for silence, just one night please!!!! Maybe its the moment to open the box of ear plugs... We need to sleep and it seems they need to party. Eh… Are we getting old or what?!
But then again, from a local BBQ to a full blown party is a cool thing to organize and to attend and the music is quite good and maybe we go to dance because after all it is never enough and... if they throw parties at you, what can one do? Maybe it is meant to be like this.
(Oh, gosh, how to write with the whole San Remo Festival repertoire as background music? HELP!)
What else? Ah, yeah, the state of our tent. Eh… Kelly took the promotion of our festival too seriously cause we run out of flyers and so he used black spray paint to write LOST THEORY in thick, capital letters in two sides of the tent. Maybe effective, but he regretted the morning after when we left the Festival and had to put the tent in a family camping.
Until now the pesto stains made the tent look arty or just wet. Now we just look plain scary. We are slowly saying bye to our beloved tent as it will not survive this summer. It is not just about the graffiti but also about the fact the rain comes in and sleeping in a pool is not cool (nice rhyme, eh).
So to answer our own question, with which we ended the last blog entry: will we be able to do about a month without parties? Obviously not, it took us like three days to find another dance floor. Going to PARADISE Festival, too, by the way :)
Music has changed to happy hardcore now.
Some pics of the nice biking journey here!
dinsdag 2 juli 2013
Jesus Junior and the Master of Bukakke :)
So let's start of with a lost and found add here. To whoever has found my morals, decent behavior and what was left of my self respect @ Vibe festival, you can keep them, I haven't got much use for them anyway :)
Then the festival itself, it was just freaking great.
We arrived they day before and got some well deserved rest as the dance floor and actually the whole damned festival was on top of the mountain, and we had to use the last of our strength to get our vehicles up there. Almost fainted when the woman in the local shop said the festival was 20 ams away. Luckily she was wrong. Although we are still wondering if she did it on purpose cause she had had enough with all the crazy hippies invading the village…
But it started off good, real good :)
When we got out of our tent @ 7 in the morning we got a warm welcome by Thomas, the first of the vikings that we've met, with a beer in the hand. We spent the rest of the day exchanging local drinks with shady backgrounds, taking a stroll around town, we made a hold up on the only liquor store, scared the local children and deconstructed society…
What a nice group of vikings they are, I must say. Feeling a bit naked, they said, because customs didn't let them bring their axes and helmets, and a little disappointed because they heard that blood offering and baby kiling is not a monthly habit here. No problem, I replied, there are always ways… And other interesting neighbors arrived along the day, like Samy, Dejan...
A big hug for Kinga, too, who almost made us blush by complementing our blog :)
And so we got up to dance floor and didn't leave until 2 in the afternoon.The music in the first night was great: zenonesque and the likes of that i figure. I really enjoyed Pspiralife (happy he is coming to Lost Theory as well). Not one boring moment.
And some great atmosphere and views from up there.
The day after the music on the main floor wasn't really my cup of tea, so we hit the yellow tent stage. No idea what the official name was but it was a tent and it was yellow and there was music and they played full on- good enough for us and some other freaks to spend some crazy time, couldn't tell you who were the artists but they were great…
After that we needed some other rhythms (otherwise we would have simply dissolved into The Matrix) and hit the chill out stage, where Loopus in Fabula (as we learned afterwards) made us dance and have a lot of fun. I don't know if it was a live set, a dj set or just the musical manifestation of this guy's deepest emotions. If it was the last option, it seems to me that he must be a happy guy, really great, we loved it. And he is coming to Lost Theory, too, that's good news :)
So all by all and there moreover, it was great. Love and light and happiness and flowers and fairies all over the place. People getting lovestruck on the spot, friendships were formed, names were revealed and forgotten, magic rainbow moments were shared on, after, under and next to the dance floor. I'm just so happy and i swear its not the acid I dropped :)
The Vibe team has done a good job here and the attendees have loved it.
It took us a while to get back to our senses and to start breaking up camp.
We left Valec yesterday morning and enjoyed about 42 kms of mountains, hills, old and new valleys, fluffy clouds and charming villages. At some point we were talking about how difficult it would be if we tried to make a ranking of nice roads of this trip. Only since this morning we got a beauty shock with at least three of them… Today's winner was a more or less 2 kms long zigzag road somewhere between Blutno (Blatno?) and Zihli. It was narrow and running through an oak trees forest, shadowy and going down in an almost challenging way as it was quite high at the beginning and there were some rocks making the sides more interesting at the turns. It ended in the valley, with a really nice contrast of the blackish asphalt and the yellow fields. Awesome.
Now here we are, dazed and confused in Kralovice with the constant echo of the beats still lingering on, at a camping, in a bungalow that is dated back from before the Soviet era, I guess.
We had a beer while checking in when we arrived last night and bumped into a Belgian man who lives here in the camping and might have shady businesses as he was doing something to a cellphone wearing latex gloves not to leave any fingerprint on them or so. We drank another one with him and enjoyed a bit of small talk regarding taxes/ fraud and cheap electric appliances you can get "second hand" (yeah, second hand, sure…) Then we went to our bungalow, located near this guy and his two friends, who were earlier "repairing" the cellphones with him. The rest of people (the normal looking ones, like families or professional cyclists) stay in the bungalows at the other side of the cafeteria. Interesting. They probably enjoyed a silent evening, while we were tortured by the whole collection of cassettes of the Belgian man.
Looking forward, trying to figure where to go after this. There still so much time left before SUN festival kicks off, will we be able to do a month without parties?
Only time will tell. For now i'll just eat a sandwich, or no euh, go sit in the sun a bit, or make some music, or or... euh...
Decompress.
Ow yeah and the title, well... better not to go into that, some things are better kept secret, but I'm sure it got your attention right?… right :)
Then the festival itself, it was just freaking great.
We arrived they day before and got some well deserved rest as the dance floor and actually the whole damned festival was on top of the mountain, and we had to use the last of our strength to get our vehicles up there. Almost fainted when the woman in the local shop said the festival was 20 ams away. Luckily she was wrong. Although we are still wondering if she did it on purpose cause she had had enough with all the crazy hippies invading the village…
But it started off good, real good :)
When we got out of our tent @ 7 in the morning we got a warm welcome by Thomas, the first of the vikings that we've met, with a beer in the hand. We spent the rest of the day exchanging local drinks with shady backgrounds, taking a stroll around town, we made a hold up on the only liquor store, scared the local children and deconstructed society…
What a nice group of vikings they are, I must say. Feeling a bit naked, they said, because customs didn't let them bring their axes and helmets, and a little disappointed because they heard that blood offering and baby kiling is not a monthly habit here. No problem, I replied, there are always ways… And other interesting neighbors arrived along the day, like Samy, Dejan...
A big hug for Kinga, too, who almost made us blush by complementing our blog :)
And so we got up to dance floor and didn't leave until 2 in the afternoon.The music in the first night was great: zenonesque and the likes of that i figure. I really enjoyed Pspiralife (happy he is coming to Lost Theory as well). Not one boring moment.
And some great atmosphere and views from up there.
The day after the music on the main floor wasn't really my cup of tea, so we hit the yellow tent stage. No idea what the official name was but it was a tent and it was yellow and there was music and they played full on- good enough for us and some other freaks to spend some crazy time, couldn't tell you who were the artists but they were great…
So all by all and there moreover, it was great. Love and light and happiness and flowers and fairies all over the place. People getting lovestruck on the spot, friendships were formed, names were revealed and forgotten, magic rainbow moments were shared on, after, under and next to the dance floor. I'm just so happy and i swear its not the acid I dropped :)
The Vibe team has done a good job here and the attendees have loved it.
It took us a while to get back to our senses and to start breaking up camp.
We left Valec yesterday morning and enjoyed about 42 kms of mountains, hills, old and new valleys, fluffy clouds and charming villages. At some point we were talking about how difficult it would be if we tried to make a ranking of nice roads of this trip. Only since this morning we got a beauty shock with at least three of them… Today's winner was a more or less 2 kms long zigzag road somewhere between Blutno (Blatno?) and Zihli. It was narrow and running through an oak trees forest, shadowy and going down in an almost challenging way as it was quite high at the beginning and there were some rocks making the sides more interesting at the turns. It ended in the valley, with a really nice contrast of the blackish asphalt and the yellow fields. Awesome.
Now here we are, dazed and confused in Kralovice with the constant echo of the beats still lingering on, at a camping, in a bungalow that is dated back from before the Soviet era, I guess.
We had a beer while checking in when we arrived last night and bumped into a Belgian man who lives here in the camping and might have shady businesses as he was doing something to a cellphone wearing latex gloves not to leave any fingerprint on them or so. We drank another one with him and enjoyed a bit of small talk regarding taxes/ fraud and cheap electric appliances you can get "second hand" (yeah, second hand, sure…) Then we went to our bungalow, located near this guy and his two friends, who were earlier "repairing" the cellphones with him. The rest of people (the normal looking ones, like families or professional cyclists) stay in the bungalows at the other side of the cafeteria. Interesting. They probably enjoyed a silent evening, while we were tortured by the whole collection of cassettes of the Belgian man.
Looking forward, trying to figure where to go after this. There still so much time left before SUN festival kicks off, will we be able to do a month without parties?
Only time will tell. For now i'll just eat a sandwich, or no euh, go sit in the sun a bit, or make some music, or or... euh...
Decompress.
Ow yeah and the title, well... better not to go into that, some things are better kept secret, but I'm sure it got your attention right?… right :)
maandag 1 juli 2013
VIBE is over. Mountains are still here.
Hellooo!
Leaving Valec in a while, on the way to the first camping or pension we find on the way... Many mountains here, feeling sort of lazy as we will have to go uphill probably the moment we finish the first turn...
Some pics of the festival. We had a lot of fun and met a bunch of really nice people!
Leaving Valec in a while, on the way to the first camping or pension we find on the way... Many mountains here, feeling sort of lazy as we will have to go uphill probably the moment we finish the first turn...
Some pics of the festival. We had a lot of fun and met a bunch of really nice people!
dinsdag 25 juni 2013
Czech Points.
Hello from Zatec!!
The aliens have landed and they brought bicycles and they speak in a language you don't understand and they are soaking wet and seem not to care about it... but don't worry, we don't understand you either:)
Just 35 kms away to our next parrrrty!!
Did we say that the location of the festival changed and this meant 90 extra kilometers for us? Well, we are making it on time and even too early as the first part of the route was luckily quite flat and our legs stopped suffering weeks ago. Really in the mood to dance and dance and dance...
General impressions: this country is just beautiful. 50 shades of green, should be the name of this post. Except for the gray road, the sky and some occasional yellow fields, all we see is green. Nice hills, awesome silhouettes of mountains in the horizon, little colorful villages with bars where locals smoke their cigarettes and speak loud while drinking their beers or tasty coffees. Great!
Last night we camped almost for free in a small spot of grass among the bungalows of a strange camping that was closed or going under reparation or something. It was a very hobo camping, with everything sort of falling apart and three sheep that seemed to enjoy our company as they replied when one of us talked. There were also millions of mini frogs camouflaged in the grass and jumping in all directions, pretty weird as their movement made the ground look unsteady, wouldn't want to be on acid here.
It seems that the sun made a bet with the rain and the rain won- we have really been hit hard today. We were close to calling the fireguards for help so they could pump the water out of our shoes.
The temperature dropped like 20 degrees in the last two days, but we didn't really care as we were too busy cursing these damned beautiful fucking mountains we are trying to cross, or conquer, as our dear friend couchsurfer Frank would say :)
Now, what can I say more about this country? I feel at home. If ever I was bipolar, this country is too, changing from good roads to holes with a little asphalt around them, going to tourist information points where they have never heard of English to buying cigarettes and getting a full reply in clean standard English, from sun to rain and rain to sun, from thinking that Czechs don't know how to smile to seeing one so big that I feared he was going to stay in a perpetual smile.
Yeah yeah, promises promises... I went in and they didn't want to sell me any drugs and there were no tits neither... It reminds me of the time I went to a coffee shop in Rotterdam and asked for a coffee and instead they gave me a tea :)
YES
AH yes!! Maybe some of you already know that we are making a bit of promotion for LOST THEORY FESTIVAL (14-19 AUGUST, DERINGAJ, CROATIA: wicked line up, more than beautiful location and great people). But what some of you may not know is that when you decide to accompany us you can get a discount on your ticket at the gate, depending on the kms you have biked with us!! There is also a little contest going on where we can give away one free ticket to whoever finds us @ VIBE and SUN festivals!!! Good luck!! (we won't accept bribes unless they are drinkable or smokable and preferably in large amounts ;) Just kidding... euh, or not, this is confusing... Anyway, you know what we are getting at here, just be the first one finding us). ONE ticket per festival, so practice on your Where is Waldo books and come find us!
That's about it for the moment. I am sure that you want to hear more exciting stories from these tipsy gipsies and their crazy adventures, but at the end we are just plain boring humans and we need to sleep except when full power partying, crazy bicycling in the rain with big freaking trucks passing us by and f...ing a lot (farting, of course, what were you guys thinking?!)
Buenas noches, good night, sleep well...
The aliens have landed and they brought bicycles and they speak in a language you don't understand and they are soaking wet and seem not to care about it... but don't worry, we don't understand you either:)
Just 35 kms away to our next parrrrty!!
Did we say that the location of the festival changed and this meant 90 extra kilometers for us? Well, we are making it on time and even too early as the first part of the route was luckily quite flat and our legs stopped suffering weeks ago. Really in the mood to dance and dance and dance...
General impressions: this country is just beautiful. 50 shades of green, should be the name of this post. Except for the gray road, the sky and some occasional yellow fields, all we see is green. Nice hills, awesome silhouettes of mountains in the horizon, little colorful villages with bars where locals smoke their cigarettes and speak loud while drinking their beers or tasty coffees. Great!
Last night we camped almost for free in a small spot of grass among the bungalows of a strange camping that was closed or going under reparation or something. It was a very hobo camping, with everything sort of falling apart and three sheep that seemed to enjoy our company as they replied when one of us talked. There were also millions of mini frogs camouflaged in the grass and jumping in all directions, pretty weird as their movement made the ground look unsteady, wouldn't want to be on acid here.
It seems that the sun made a bet with the rain and the rain won- we have really been hit hard today. We were close to calling the fireguards for help so they could pump the water out of our shoes.
The temperature dropped like 20 degrees in the last two days, but we didn't really care as we were too busy cursing these damned beautiful fucking mountains we are trying to cross, or conquer, as our dear friend couchsurfer Frank would say :)
Now, what can I say more about this country? I feel at home. If ever I was bipolar, this country is too, changing from good roads to holes with a little asphalt around them, going to tourist information points where they have never heard of English to buying cigarettes and getting a full reply in clean standard English, from sun to rain and rain to sun, from thinking that Czechs don't know how to smile to seeing one so big that I feared he was going to stay in a perpetual smile.
That's about it for the moment. I am sure that you want to hear more exciting stories from these tipsy gipsies and their crazy adventures, but at the end we are just plain boring humans and we need to sleep except when full power partying, crazy bicycling in the rain with big freaking trucks passing us by and f...ing a lot (farting, of course, what were you guys thinking?!)
Buenas noches, good night, sleep well...
zaterdag 22 juni 2013
Mountains (real size mountains, not what Belgians call mountains) and a Dutch colony in Czech Republic.
Yeah, we crossed the border! A new country that welcomes us with a young tourist who asked us permission to take a photo because he liked our style; which is everything but professional cyclist like apparently. So it was flat, with some nice not very hard hills until the real fun started some kms after tasting the local beer…
Traffic signs and about everything else has become complete nonsense for us now, one of the only things we still can read is w.c, which is quite handy off course.
Due to our pre trip fear to check the geography of our route, we had some nice nasty surprises. Eleven extra kms to reach a camping is not a good idea now we entered the mountains!! On exchange of pushing the bicycles uphill for looooong time, we got amazing views, charming villages, little roads and a refreshing speeding way down to the other side of the mountain afterwards.
And that is when we bumped into the Dutch colony of the camping we are at now. It used to be a farm and it was bought and renovated by two Dutch couples and everybody but us comes from Holland, although a lady told us yesterday that there was a group of Belgian hippies somewhere (he thought Kelly was part of that of pierced and tattooed crew and told him not to be sad about leaving tomorrow). Other than that, here we are. Maybe staying an extra day to enjoy the swimming pool and recover from yesterday's mountain crossing.
PS We have just seen that our next festival has changed location (one week before it starts, just crazy) and this means 80 more kms... Staying by the pool anyway :)
Traffic signs and about everything else has become complete nonsense for us now, one of the only things we still can read is w.c, which is quite handy off course.
Due to our pre trip fear to check the geography of our route, we had some nice nasty surprises. Eleven extra kms to reach a camping is not a good idea now we entered the mountains!! On exchange of pushing the bicycles uphill for looooong time, we got amazing views, charming villages, little roads and a refreshing speeding way down to the other side of the mountain afterwards.
And that is when we bumped into the Dutch colony of the camping we are at now. It used to be a farm and it was bought and renovated by two Dutch couples and everybody but us comes from Holland, although a lady told us yesterday that there was a group of Belgian hippies somewhere (he thought Kelly was part of that of pierced and tattooed crew and told him not to be sad about leaving tomorrow). Other than that, here we are. Maybe staying an extra day to enjoy the swimming pool and recover from yesterday's mountain crossing.
PS We have just seen that our next festival has changed location (one week before it starts, just crazy) and this means 80 more kms... Staying by the pool anyway :)
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