Travel Blogs from Zelezna Ruda
... 2 hours to do 70 miles!! We eventually abandoned the original plan - which was drive to Passau and up trough the forests to Bayerisch, opting to come straight here via a mcdonalds in Pilsen (where the beer is made :)). Got to BE around 3:30/4pm, checked into our lovely pension and decided to drive up to Brennes (where we stayed last time) ...
... the campground on Sunday, we bid them farewell, but saw the again as they bicycled through Markt Winzer as we stepped out on the street walking to a restaurant. The second time we met them was on Monday as we were leaving St. Stevens Cathedral in Passau. Each time they greeted us like old friends and we exchanged further wishes for a good trip.
Knowing that these moments will occur throughout the trip, I have to admit that I no longer have that "sinking feeling!"
... why the adults cracked up), I began teaching them English in the mornings. They barely spoke any and no one could communicate with them, so teaching was kind of funny…thank goodness for Google Translate and iPads!
Then we would serve lunch, clean up, and they would have other classes, such as painting, theater, animation, drawing, etc. There were several Artists in Residence at the mill that were working on their own projects, but ...
... back of the bike.
Here I filled up my tank and much to my surprise it only took 12.6 liters to
fill after a distance of 189 miles of hard thrash!! In my opinion that is truly
excellent fuel consumption for a bike of this size and loaded to the max!!
After a good ice cream and another cold drink I got going out of town. The
road was extremely busy but as we went more and more cars were turning off into
housing areas etc.
Soon it was the open road and ...
... for the overseas students. Fortunately, everyone at the meeting spoke English, and I was quite impressed with Philipp's chairing of the meeting.
The next day, Philipp had to again go to the uni, and I managed to lock myself out of the apartment, so had to try to explain to the landlord downstairs what had happened (he spoke no English). He fixed the problem and let me back inside, and I did not venture ...