With pizza Quattro Formaggi Something's not right. It's not even about the fact that for many years I was sure it was fromaggi. Because forage it's cheese. It is rather a matter of universal attitude towards it – never indifferent. The term "ambivalent" is probably more appropriate, and that's only for those who are particularly demanding.
quattro From Formaggi is definitely not the pizza you choose on your first date. On the other hand, if you choose and the other party starts stealing it from you, you can scream bingo and delete Tinder. No normal person will answer the question with four cheeses "what's the best pizza in the world?". Can you imagine a corporate event for which 15 were ordered pizza pic cheese-only pizza packaging?
And yet there is something about it that makes me take it whenever I plan to sin at the discount store. And not only do I choose it, but despite my innate onionism, I don't buy any additional ingredient privately. And it happens often in the case of "Margherita from the freezer and ham from the fridge." If I added something, it would no longer be Quattro Formaggi. If I were to subtract something, it would be this Triplo Formaggio. Quatro Formaggi is perfect just the way it is - simple and wonderful. Despite the smell that appears in the room faster than she herself.
And why am I writing about it? Since our favorite Kłodzko Valley is this pizza, take a look:
There is something great and something terrible about it. Something thanks to which even on the long May weekend there are no crowds there. These are excellent asphalts and tragic asphalts at the same time. Brilliant buildings that could play in many Hollywood horror films set in far Eastern Europe. There are even modern barns trying to fit into the landscape, but looking as natural as Jacek Hugo-Bader painted black in the band Harlem Globetrotters.
I will not write anything new about Kotlin itself. Especially since we were only there for a week this time. During the beginning of the pandemic, we also went for a week, but we accidentally holed up for 3 months. Then a blog post was createdwhich I think sums it up. At least with my skills, because if local stories were started by Paweł, with whom we live, it would turn out that we would return to Warsaw to retire. It is a strong contrast with, for example, Męcikał, where we spend the summer, and where one of the biggest attractions is a car passing under the windows. So if you came here for the merits, I refer you to that post. Although I respect the expectations of the content after the entry, which has pizza in the title.
Let's start with the fact that this is the first trip for a longer "guest" with Racuch (Shiba - dog from hell). Not only did they all survive, but it also turned out that they fit in quite well with the surrounding area. Although the dogs living in Waliszów probably bark until now.
It's a difficult topic because it was in Kotlin that we decided to get a dog. After 3 months spent with the Czechoslovak Wolfdog, he came to our home bear wolf on the scale of our capabilities:
Zorka couldn't welcome us this year. Although wolfdogs are machines born from the Czechoslovak defense industry (say, because of the Border Guard), they age like all other animals. During our first walks with Racuch, one could feel the terror in the eyes of the surrounding animals saying "oh no, a new wolf freak on the block". This entry is therefore dedicated to Zorka, as the precursor of our not necessarily the best life decisions. Maybe the best, I don't know. Who has lived with a wolf knows what I mean.
In this entry, there will be nothing new, except for a few reminders with new photos. Because as you may have noticed, this whole blog is for me to post pictures. At least since I got offended on social media.
Let's start with the fact that this time Paweł prepared a room that looks like something out of a porn movie (if you recognize him, let me know). Its size (of this room he he he) seems to be larger than our new apartment, which we will pay off for the rest of our lives. From this place, I would like to take the opportunity to greet every person who said 3 years ago "for some time, interest rates remain low" - Thank you.
Thanks to this, however, each material that was created during this week in the assembly company Sylwia Obrycka - Woman Rakieta has an amazing atmosphere, inspired by the surroundings. By the way, I also recommend a type lamp light bar – such an attached LED strip above the screen:
Coming back to bicycles (albeit softly), because apparently this blog is about it - I have some advice for you. If the dog is trying to tell you that going out on the road in the rain is not a good idea, I advise you to listen to him. Here is a rare view of Racucha explaining to Krzysiek with a dropped penguin what can happen on turns full of gravel. Christopher did not listen. How did it end? painfully.
There is also a theory that as a dog from hell, Racuch gave Krzysztof some very inaccurate advice. Or valuable, from your mischievous canine point of view. We will never know the truth, but there is evidence of doubt introduced by this exchange:
From the unchanging things - the climb up the Spalona Pass to Jagoda Shelters it's still gorgeous - from every angle:
And the Jagodni Shelter deserves special recognition here, because it is thanks to the famous local dish Racuch is Racuch. To celebrate, we stood in line for 40 minutes to dig for food - the May long weekend is not the best day for such events. If there is a crowd somewhere in the area, this is where it is.
However, it does not change the fact that my favorite place is Skowronia Góra. A bit hidden, because you can get there by bike either by turning off one of the nearby singles or by an indecently steep driveway. The mountain is good at any time of the day or night, and with good visibility you can see Śnieżka in the Karkonosze Mountains on one side and Śnieżnik on the other.
There is no time that is bad there, believe me. I also know few gravel roads in this country that would be so good ... although only a few hundred meters make sense. It's enough.
When it comes to Glacensis singles, I remember what I wrote about riding gravel on them.
now i'm older and more serious
and I'm a little smarter
I sit at the table with a stone face
and I gently withdraw from these words. Well, you can, and when you don't have what you don't have, you have to like what you have. There are at least a few singles that give a lot of joy on gravel. One of them is undoubtedly the Międzygórze loop:
It has everything that should be on the loop: from views to the opportunity to buy a commemorative mug in the local Zakopane, i.e. Międzygórze. Of course, comparing Międzygórze to Zakopane is like comparing the Bystrzyckie Mountains to the Tatra Mountains.
I'm afraid that it's only a matter of time before Międzygórze joins the land of a modern barn, slot machines and 4F outlets. For now, it's a place that fits in well with the neighborhood, both good and bad. You can still shoot zombie horror movies there.
Międzygórze is only betrayed by a collapsed (by local standards) parking lot, from which you can go for a short walk to Śnieżnik. Especially that we probably envied our southern neighbors with their constructions like the Path in the Clouds and now we have a big blender or pepper mill at the top. Let's just say it looks like the concept changed at some point
Plus is the same as in Multipla. When you're inside, you don't see it and life is pretty cool, because the views reward a lot. That is, maybe not always:
But as it happens in the mountains, if you wait long enough, you will either freeze or everything around you will be exposed. Although it's better, I don't know, because the view is 360 ° and it annoys me that I can't decide which way to look.
Back to the Glacensis singles, they are the champion. It's hard for me to imagine that riding in the woods could be better. We have forests, mountains, animals, panoramas and often a surface as good as asphalt.
Here, for example, a fox met on the way. There would probably be more such photos, if it wasn't for the fact that my camera may be heavy, but it's fixed focal length – so I only have zoom in my legs. And human reason and dignity do not allow me to use them to take a picture that has probably been taken 7-figure times in the history of mankind. Not because I don't want to, but because it's a shame to stress animals by running after them. But I could take Racuch with this photo and show it every time someone says "what a fox." So every day. To demonstrate the differences.
Anyway, as I said, single champion. The Międzygórze Loop is a master, but also a master, after returning to Skowronia Góra, the downhill ride along the Stronie Śląskie Niebieska route ... but not to the village itself, because the lamb will fall out of your hands. At the right moment, you should take the Main Sudety Trail to Lądek. You will quickly notice or rather feel if the bounce is missed. And also the Orłowiec master loop, although smaller. The scale of these routes is obscene, and the condition in which they are maintained is very surprising.
Bitumen is also a master, although not all. Some of them could easily compete with the Tuchola Road of Shame. But you know, if someone doesn't like them and can't find good ones, they can always go to the Czech Republic or go to the family classic, i.e. the Orlice Valley.
Walking in the vicinity of Waliszów is also a master
Although there is a good chance that the world, as a punishment for trampling someone's field with a dog, will take revenge by hiding there many, how aromatic, animal stools. Which the Japanese samurai like very much and only a nearby stream will be able to save the situation. I wonder if instagram turnips also have such problems.
With this nice and very fragrant accent, which also fits into the subject of the post, I thank you for your attention. I'm going back to convince Sylvia that we don't have to have a house there.
