"Currently, Moravia is one of the most popular regions for cycling tourism in the Czech Republic. Over 1200 kilometers of cycle routes have been marked out here, along with infrastructure, such as bicycle workshops and food outlets. "
Ass. Excuse me, this was the first word that came to my mind after reading the above quote on Wikipedia. On that day, we visited the land, which can actually be 1200 kilometers of bicycle routes, but nothing more. Saying "nothing" I mean exactly nothing - as it usually happens with our southern neighbors, and saying "bicycle routes" I mean the streets.
It was supposed to be an entry about Silesia, that gray, gloomy, old tenement houses, coal, mines and pipes, climatically, but it did not work out. Saturday soaked us so much and froze that the fingers turned into sausages and lost their feeling, and the shoes could be unscrewed. 4 rolls of toilet paper were used to draw out moisture in one night. To this day, they are stuffed with camomile in the mud. So we postponed the subject to the next available date and on Sunday (this is important) we went to a checked place: Czech, and more precisely: to Moravia. The route has been checked last year - she could not fail.
We leave the car at Tesco in Ostrava. In the country
Saganów, Stybarów, Gypsies (Czech Republic and Slovakia I still treat as one country) it is worth leaving the car in a place with monitoring - probably in a big city it is not necessary, but prophylactically. On the other hand, when something happens on monitoring under my house in Warsaw, the administration can usually only say: "Yes, actually it happened, we have it recorded. We see that someone did it "- true story. The presence of tons of food in the hypermarket at the end of the route is always an additional plus motivation to survive. The obligatory point is the Lotus cookie cream - there are some roads with us, so we buy abroad. I do not know how much the crown is, so it always seems cheaper. MasterCard <3
Ostrava is cool, because we drive to it by a highway that will once be pulled to the Tri-City. We're going #YOLO, because the highways are paid, and we do not have vignettes. Then I discover that this fragment as one of the few is still free, but what we were saying, we were yelling laughing at the drivers who paid for the ride, that's ours.
We're moving west - civilization must be there. We forgot half of the water bottles - instead of 2.5 liters we take 1.2l, the rest stays in the car. After about 3 kilometers, a pretty and friendly city ends, and after another 10 everything ends and there is nothing left. If someone has never traveled in the south, he may ask: "if it's nothing, after all something is for sure." Well, there is - it is expensive - equal to the table and the field to it. A lot of wind, but maybe we just have bad luck. In the distance the panorama - nothing, but you can see it nicely, because the routes are run on hills. Sometimes a forest or a small mountain, maybe even some village will go, but nothing will change it. There is no one in the village. There are nice houses, there are some parked cars, only people are missing.
Throughout the route we oscillate somewhere between 200m.npm and 500m - we collect together ~ 2km vertically on 130km route, quite decently. Especially that the longest of driveways has only 4km, although with an average slope of 6% is steeper than Warsaw's Agrykola. It's hard to write about the details. There are no impressive views, nor are there any significant places. A bit like on the Slovak side of the Tatras, only the mountains in the distance as if smaller - so three times.
At the 52nd kilometer there is an observation tower. It is incredibly piquant, but you can look around the surrounding fields. By the way, he winds the whole road - the charms of the lack of sheltered fields. Somewhere in the distance you can see Łysa Góra, where we were not even present. In the meadows around, we meet several people, probably for the first time. They fly kites, just one-rope ones. To put it bluntly, playing with a kite looks like a string and he lets himself go. A nice hobby too. That day we see more people with kites than without them. The driveway to the tower is one of the most difficult of the day. Panda discovers in the new bike the difference between a large crank with a 11-25 cassette and a three-row one with a mountain cassette that she had before. New, unprecedented emotions appear on the face.
Then there is the exit. In the area, all downhill runs are great. Zero movement, good surface, constant decline - two to four minutes of pleasure. However, there is something that we have already noticed during Visits to the Slovak Paradise: if there are 20 good corners ahead of you, then surely one of them will turn out to be a surprise in the form of gravel. I do not know if this is a way to cover invisible holes or just a trap for cyclists, but you should keep that in mind. Next, we find another abstract thing. I do not even know how to comment. Shop with signs - the seller is obviously not, so probably self-service. You can buy a limitation or a ban on something, such as the ban on twisting the right behind me - the election is going on, maybe someone will need it.
The area around the 80th kilometer is the best spot of the day. First, quite a quick descent, then a few serpentines, also called safety pins or pans. In the evening checking the defeated segments, I discover that on the same day Josef Černý, a pro from CCC Polkowice, went on a similar route, only a little longer circled in this place. The surrounding roads remain to be investigated. Maybe there are more such attractions there. An exemplary pan looks more or less like this:
This is the end, there is nothing left
We are free, we can go
This is the end, we can go
We are free because there is nothing left
~ Electric Guitars
The fact that there is nothing has one major disadvantage. We find it hard to find out in the middle of the distance. When the meter appears 7km / h it may mean that:
- it's uphill
- it is upwind
- Fuel has run out
or everything at once. While the first two points can be hard to change, the third can usually be made up for. It's enough to eat enough sugar to replenish the glycogen stores, then some more because it is uphill and a little bit uphill. In our ideal Polish conditions, just wait a few minutes and you will be attacked by Żabka or Biedronka. They are not here, it is COOP - open a little in the morning, a little in the afternoon and not at all on Sunday. In fact, it's no wonder, when we were looking for a store in Jeseníky, most of them were open during the week from 5 to 14.30. There are also some gas stations somewhere, but not on our route. From the moment when the bomb comes to the first one found
store, gas station, gasoline station passes 20 kilometers, exactly 1 hour and 15 minutes drive. Fortunately there is a kofola, jelly in sugar, bars, cakes, wafers, some drink ... and something sweet to it. Life becomes beautiful. We passed several along the way pubs a tavern - maybe there is food inside, but the Czechs have crowns. Where do I get my crowns from? Payment card technology has not yet reached most of these places. Apart from the fact that these inns look like a family taken out of horror, comedy, movie Hostel. Whoever enters once can not leave.
From pictures, one could conclude that we drive completely along side roads and that is why it is so empty. Certainly, we deliberately enter somewhere where no one ever enters and we take pictures, but it is not true - we land twice on some important flyover. It is similar, you look forward and there Sylvia, called Panda and the road is long to the horizon.
You look back and there Sylvia again, called Panda, and again the road to the horizon
The empty roads are cool until I notice that I have not changed the wheels and are riding on tubs. There was something suspicious at the downhill rides in that I press the door handles and the bike slows down instead of braking, but somehow I did not think that the tubes were left at home. Well, nothing if I catch a gum, I will die here. We like to go along roads marked as bicycle routes (probably every road we pass by is marked like this), as if we are cycloservis, but I do not know if they were ever open. They look like a shed with a small banner. It seems to me that if I was riding a cow and ruining it, there is a good chance that they would repair her there sooner than a car.
At the end of the journey we will probably have the narrowest two-lane ride in this part of Europe. Just on it we manage to meet the car going with it. Judging by the speed, the driver is rather accustomed to the fact that he rarely sees obstacles. It's good that the trees grow on the sides, we feel much safer thanks to that ... oh, wait!
As for the pictures, as usual, I made a thousand, but due to the uncertain weather I limited myself to GoPro. This is not a good choice. The roads are beautiful, the trees are not bad, but for the most part the background is doing the job here. with the fish eye of this background, you can not see the fields stretching to the horizon.
Is it worth going there? I do not know.
If you are in the area and you do not feel like going to big mountains then for sure. If someone likes empty, even roads and interval rides (short, but numerous driveways), he will definitely be there. In the case of good weather, I would definitely recommend it, not far away from Jeseníky. There, the ramps are longer, steeper, and the traffic is not much bigger - of course not counting the most popular tourist spots. Even the driveway to Praděd is, however, a road with limited traffic, and a 26km driveway with an average slope of almost 4km is already SOMETHING. As Michał Książkiewicz from genetyk.com wrote: Five minutes with 75 km / h or almost an hour with an average of 7 km / h.
At the end of the photo from the village. If you see a driveway in the photo from GoPro, it means that he really is there. In contrast to people who are not visible according to previous descriptions.