In contrast to Lithuania, Latvia was a surprise. The landscape again beautiful flat and green with a huge wide river running down the middle, all very pretty.  The towns were the shocker, these are filled with the typical communist gray aging low rise tower blocks, very depressing and uninviting. At four o’clock when I typed motel into the GPS and was taken to this small town down the back roads between the low rises I got a decidedly uncomfortable feeling and even more uncomfortable looks from the occupants. So I decided to listen to my gut and high tail it out of there.

I found a main road and eventually a small motel owned by the nicest couple. They insisted I put my bike in their garden shed. This meant I had to ride right over their garden, I felt awful and asked if it was not ok to just park the bike behind the motel. ‘’Oh no, not safe” I was told, hmm ‘where the heck am I’, I thought, but the couple were very nice and the motel very clean.

In every small motel I stayed in the owners have always locked my bike away in the garage, garden shed or beer shed (Pity I don’t drink beer) and have all been so very different and interesting. From the very staunch Polish man who was not at all impressed that I was riding my bike alone and asked why then seemed to dismiss me as a freak and ignored me. The other polish motel owner was wonderful he kept on saying ‘oh mein gott’ after every question I answered. Are you biking alone – yes ‘oh mein gott’, where are you from – south Africa ‘oh mein gott’, where do you live – Switzerland ‘oh mein gott’, where are you going – Russia ‘oh mein gott’ (I thought if I said Singapore he might have a coronary) he was just lovely and when I only ate half my breakfast (enough to feed 6) he promptly scolded me and told me I need my vitamins.

Yet another reason I love to meet people when I travel and stay in camp sites or little B&Bs or motels.

I finally made it to Riga and its stunning nothing like any of the other towns I saw just beautiful.

I have a rest day so am trying to catch up on the Blog, however it is actually a lot harder to blog than one would think, and let’s face it I could talk the hind leg off a donkey J

Crossing the border from Poland to Lithuania the thing that struck me was not the difference in landscape as it is remarkably similar. One would call the north of Poland flat but the landscape is gently contoured, the fields roll like waves onto the horizon. In Lithuania on the other hand the landscape is really flat, very pretty and the forests and lakes just as beautiful. Anyway as I was saying the remarkable difference are the little villages. The houses in the Polish villages are made of brick or stone. They are grey or brown not necessarily dull just plain. In the first Lithuanian village the houses were very small and made of wood but very brightly painted almost reminding me of a seaside village, very cute.

The big cities in Lithuania however are nothing to write home about so I won’t.

I have a love hate relationship with my GPS which once directed me to the centre of a golf course. I was on my riding down a small lane which didn’t feel quite right. I then turned onto the golf course, it’s amazing how far one can travel in the few nanoseconds it takes your brain to realise there is something quite wrong here. However when I saw a few golfers walking hastily  towards me golf clubs in hand I made a hasty retreat.

So now I use a combination of GPS and map (it doesn’t help) which somehow got me into the middle of a cow field in the middle Poland.  While riding through it and very politely greeting the cows I found myself in the tiniest village with just dirt tracks between the houses.

I stopped at the corner turned the bike off so that I could sit and slowly re-evaluate the map and GPS.  The corner was just outside a small stone cottage. The next minute out came the farmer’s wife and son, and I thought oh dear I’m about to get told off in Polish for disturbing the cows. I could not have been more wrong, the wife told me all sorts of news and asked me all sorts of question in Polish, to which I sign language I’m lost and managed in very bad pronunciation asked how I get to Argustow. We eventually figured out where I was trying to go and they directed me to the nearest road. The son proceeded to pat me on the back two or three times to wish me well and they sent me on my way. So sweet a so helpful.

This is what travelling is all about, meeting people who give you the biggest toothless grin an old farmer’s wife can give a stranger. For those seconds you get just a glimpse into their lives the stone cottage with perfectly clean little courtyard, the low brick wall and rickety wooden gate. The washing hanging up which you assume the wife was doing by hand as she dried here hands on her apron while walking towards you. Encounters like this and seeing a tiny village I would never have seen if I had stuck to the main roads is why I like to travel.

Poland is a beautiful country the landscape just rolls on forever and is bright green dotted with various size ponds and lakes. I was really glad I got off the main highways as this scenery was well worth seeing.

I’ve just spent two great days in Berlin and still think this is one of the nicest major cities in the world.

I realised today just how much I rely on my GPS. I went to find a new pair of goggles and was given direction to another shop the owner thought might have them. So off I went following these very easy directions after getting hopelessly lost I saw a post office so thought ‘great telephone book’, I’ll get the address of this other shop there since no one I asked had heard of it.

The post office assistant promptly gave me two huge cellophane wrapped books, the telephone book and yellow pages. I explained that I just wanted to look thought one. However he insisted that they were mine and I must take them home. So after throwing the phone book away and finding the shop I wanted in the yellow pages I headed off with telephone book in hand.

Now if you’ve ever seen very lost tourists with a map standing on a corner, imagine a very lost tourist walking down the road with the yellow pages, which is the size and weight of two bricks. After receiving a number of rather peculiar stares I decided I needed to tear out the pages I needed. I needed however about a quarter of the book which is the entire Berlin map section plus the index etc. So there I was standing on the street corner acting like an Amazonian body building trying to rip a telephone directory in half. I am sure there is some strong man completion in some part of the world which requires this task, I however did not look like any of those men. 5 mins later resigning myself to ripping single page by single page. Heading off again I finally found the shop only to discover it was about 200m behind me. From now on I will take my GPS, compass and own map on every expedition even those I undertake on foot. The bad news is the shop did not even have the goggles. ah well I did get to wander around half of Berlin and it is a cool place to wonder.

Off to Poland tomorrow where unlike Germany  I can’t even ask for directions as I don’t speak Polish

Arrived in Jena last night just as it was about the rain …hmmm what luck 😉 as the camp site rented the cutest little bungalows so I decided I did not want to spend my first night camping in the rain. The ride to Berlin was rather uneventful just motorway all the way. It was quite interesting to ride throuh such a big busy city and see the main sites. I have two days here to chill with friends and then off to Poland.

WOW what a sunny day, perfect weather in which to begin the great trek….erm great way to start a blog by talking about the weather … hmmmm ok I’ll try again

Things had a rather comical start this morning.

I had packed the panniers on the bike last night so it was just a case of the tank bag, waterproof bag on the back and me so all packed up I climbed up on the Dizzy …hmm and I tried again and nope I did not fit…no seriously I could not fit on my own bike between the tiny tank bag (yes it is the mini one, but full to capacity) and the rolled up sleeping bag and mat and the waterproof bag there was no space for me. Quick repack, the sleeping roll is now tied to the pannier phew so at least I could eventually get on the bike now to fill up and hit the road.

Did I say fill up, well much as I tried, I could NOT get the petrol cap open. The safari tank originally comes with a screw on cap so I bought the lockable cap and put it on last night. I spent what seemed like forever (longest 5 min of my life) trying to get the darn thing off, and was completely and utterly stuck. So considering that I was already embarrassed I thought I may as well just ride to the nearest bike dealer swallow my pride and ask for help. Fortunately a bike pulled up next to me to fill up saw me cursing like a sailor (no I’m not proud of that) offered to help, I did the girly act (yuck so ashamed of myself) oohhhh yess you big strong biker please help me get this frigging cap off. It took him six minutes (see one more minute and I would have cracked it) but we finally figured out that you have to turn key, wait for click, turn cap doh many thanks later, full tank and I was off

The rest to day went like a dream and I loved every minute off it especially the coffee that awaited me on my arrival, Thanks Rob and Alison 🙂