I'm going crazy at home. I've been locked up for months at a home office associated with distance teaching my son. In this I got Apidura bikepacking bags, designed for trail bikes and HT Qayron Spyro at the same time. Steel thoroughbred losil bike. I have to write and take pictures, but I wouldn't be allowed to live in the north of Bohemia and not have a place of residence of about 40 centimetres of snow, which even a fat bike finds hard to get through. I have to go. At least for one night. That's enough to make me happy and clear my mind.
Wednesday is suddenly warmer, and even the outlook weather forecast looks favorable. Therefore, all is as it should be.
It’s Saturday morning and nothing is as it should be. What was to come did not come, and what came came came at a different time than it was to come. It’s been pouring rain all morning on Liberec, the snow is disappearing before your eyes and the sky promises nothing positive. Still, I’m going to pick up Roman, we’re loading his bike, too, and we’re on our way to Nymburk. The closer we get to Nymburk, the worse the weather gets. We park at Roman’s relatives’ house and go hide in their house. We are consuming excellent strudel and the necessary coffee and waiting for the weather to improve.
It’s about a mile to Hajenka. We meet four young cyclists again along the way. They’re not threatening us this time, they’re just shouting at us. There’s a really open dispensing window in Hájenka, so we order hot tea, bread with crisps, and have four fillings pumped into a pet bottle. The bread is excellent and the tea makes us warm a little. My hands are just fine, for that the toes on my right foot are still numb.
After the refreshments, we head back to the shelter. We prepare to sleep and welcome young cyclists again. They ask us where we live. We reply that we live on a bicycle, travel back and forth, bring the covers with us and sleep wherever we can. They stare at us in disbelief, and eventually one of them asks the question, where is our house? Well… there is a roof here, in the gazebo. They go to their parents and tell them cheerfully what we are. Perhaps their parents will forgive us.
The night passed in perfect order, except that my bladder distinguished itself after drinking beer, forcing me to crawl out of the warm bunk three times. Next time I’ll just slurp the rum.
We get up before 5:00 because Roman has to be in Liberec early for work and so there’s not much time. Quick tea, Roman mysteriously pulls out two pies for breakfast, wraps them up, and in the thick fog, we begin our return journey. I’m wearing all my dry clothes, because in the morning I was getting really cold, and so I bathe in my own sweat mercilessly for a few miles. Roman’s the same way. Only the hands and feet are still freezing. In weather like this, shoes just don’t dry overnight.
I’m telling Roman in the Liberals, and he’s begging me to get back to him when I’m planning something, but not until March at the earliest. I don’t know what he didn’t like. I mean, it’s been a really nice trip, and I don’t mind thawing under a blanket at home until the end of the day. That clear head was worth the trip.
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