If you found this entry, search the phrase in googles: some_actor without photos I'm very sorry. I hope that watching 3 not-so-nice guys in a lajkra and one girl also in a tight-fitting lajk will compensate you for this job, at least a little. If you are a pervert who does not know the subject, I remind you that the riders ride without panties, and in the peloton pushing on the bottom is a standard. Have I just found you a new hobby?

This day began very well. We agreed with Panda in the hall at 8:31, because 6 minutes later we were to meet with Krzysiek at the Stadium. Punctuality came out as always and as always, it was not our fault. Well, name Super Prestige does not always oblige ;-)

We are able to take fewer things on the route than on a trip to Sandomierz, but the suppressors are pushed to the limits - I do not know how it works. We throw in:

- legs, sleeves and ultralighty from Decathlon (also called flutter, due to its excellent aerodynamics) - none of these things are useful

- inner tubes, spoons, patches, multitool, CO2 pump and manual pump - nothing too useful

- running shirt and running shorts (as pajamas and emergency civilian attire).

- charging cables, powerbank for a rainy day

We have to wait a moment for another adventure. Exactly it's about 6 kilometers. If you think that such ideas for the weekend can not be born in sober heads, now we have proof that they can. The meeting takes place in a standard atmosphere of mutual understanding and respect. Why not a path? Because on the other side. Do you have to go down the street? We have to. Or maybe it would be safer to walk? etc. Well, I admire (and brand) some who, at 9am on Saturday, would go to Modlińska for a shower ;-)

We start the route as boringly as possible, follow the trail of Rondo Babka. Afsalt equal, small traffic, sometimes some bike ban, which can be ignored without any stress. Long straight side wind - a nice change is to follow the roads, after which usually cycling fans fight flooded afterwards, on surfaces, after which many rivers of blood have flowed. We arrive at the barrier in Dębe. A curiosity that you will have to your girl when you will pass this place on a Sunday trip:

The basic equipment of the power plant are four turbine sets with Kaplan turbines with a 4.8 m rotor diameter coupled with 6.25 MVA generators each. The installed capacity of the power plant is 20 MW, and the average annual production is 91 GWh. The power plant is connected to the National Power System with five 110 kV lines through two block transformers with a capacity of 16 MVA each.

In brief: the power plant's second time could power me to drive on the threshold for over 9 hours. Seemingly a lot, but the numbers are some imaginary (production 91 000 000 000 Wh / 31 536 000 seconds per year / 320W FTP).

We cover the largest uphill in the area: Passo di Dębe. (600 meters - average 4.2%). At the top, I am correcting my habits, to stop and not to be broken. Waiting for the rest ;-) We go down the road a bit further, through Passo losers (now I invented this name), i.e. a reflection of the Nuna village. This is a road that allows you to shorten the Sunday roundabout after we have dropped off, and we would like to meet the peloton again before the finishing line. You can shorten, hide in the forest, wait a moment after the group has passed, jump out and sweaty (this is where the water from the water bottle comes in) to get it - profit!

I did not think I would say it once, but the terrain for driving around Nasielsk is perfect. It's just a 2 hour drive from home and meets us a new, better world. Empty, narrow and even asphalts, huge fields and rape. Such Kashubia ... only without lakes and hills ... in other words, it is not Kashubia.

If it were not for knowing that we were still in Mazovia, I would think: chicken-potatoes, but they are nice here! I think I have to go to the north more often, Koleje Mazowieckie is definitely coming here from my job.

Farther with asphalt it can be different, but when you're driving our pace, it does not bother you at all. We arrive in Ciechanów this way. This weekend we are also in Ciechocinek and Ciechocin, so we use these names interchangeably, because a man tired and the listening party knows what's going on. Ciechanów is a place known for its beer - a short visit to this city allows you to understand why this is the local capital of beer. This is one of those towns where you are afraid to leave your bike more than 1 meter. This is completely unjustified fear, because the locals, instead of stealing him secretly, can come and take it. Possibly knock down your spell: deadly breathing the jelly. From time to time, you will be asked about something related to cycling, unless there is something over there. One of them also comes to explain to Panda that she is not Majka Włoszczowska. I apologize to everyone who lives there, but we feel like under the hypermarket in Poprad.

An interesting fact that you can dream your girlfriend: Ciechanów is located on the Łydynia River. The legend says that the origin of the name Łydynia comes from d words But he has, he has calves spoken by a fisherman at the sight of Queen Bona mistaken for her maid (here you have the whole legend). So you can say that the cycling city. We stick to the local folklore, include the promenade in the city center (in vintage style - ice cream, nice crap and watt on a stick):

The road between Sońskie and Ciechanów is equal and simple. It's pretty cool, despite the wind that's starting to make us hear only the left ear. The problem is that further, between Ciechanow and Mława, it is exactly the same. If you have a time bike with a lemond, on which you can spread the e-book reader - I invite you, it will be a paradise for you. We are slightly embarrassed by the signs counting kilometers to Słupsk (l and t so similar in the alphabet). The biggest attraction of this episode is some road heading, which passes us driving in the opposite direction and a piss in the forest.

Then there is Mława - probably the most beautiful city on the route. It is not that it is particularly nice (we try to hook up everywhere about the old town or the center as befits real tourists), it is simply not ugly, and the park we pass is quite nice.

It's getting a little better behind Mława. First elevations appear, endless green fields turn green and yellow. I have never seen such huge fields of rape. We pass Działdowo and Lidzbark, about which it's hard to say anything to me - I do not even have photos. The monotonous road moves from fields to the forest: it is the Górznieńsko-Lidzbarski Landscape Park. In the end, it's very nice again. We forget what cars look like. They are replaced by all sorts of insects that speed up killing our helmets, goggles ... and faces.

This is important because earlier, despite the fact that the traffic was negligible, drivers who passed us should be suspended in the right to drive anything other than a scooter. The old rule says that if you meet 2 cars on 30 kilometers, they will pass exactly to your height. On this day, none of the cars planned to retreat, so half of them passed us on the proverbial newspaper. They should come up with some rules for driving these vehicles, or at least tests so that not everyone can navigate them ... oh wait!

Humor corrects the names of the town - what kind of head you have to come up with: Menstruation, Jajkowo (lying on the other side of the street), Radoszki, Łapinóżek, Wąpielsk, Szafarnia, Śmietanki, Cielęta, Madeira, Obrazik, Miłostajki, dwukoły, Jeże, and Mieszki-Różki.

Behind Brodnica we go down to some bike trail. In my free time I need to check what it was, because apart from the fact that a significant part of it led on a terribly hopeless surface (so bad that it consisted of 90% of craters, 5% of holes and 5% of uneven asphalt) are many hills , bends and a nice feeling of being at the end of the world made it definitely the best part since we left the Nasielsk area. In this way, after 8 hours and 40 minutes of driving and 247 kilometers, we reach Golub Dobrzyń, our destination. You will not believe where we stay:

Yes, in this shrine on the horizon. In the authentic Teutonic castle from the 13th century. Because for a long time we could not decide where to go (and it's nice to have a specific goal) - this offer from booking.com convinced us. To make it more fun, leaving Warsaw we had a problem to fill a 4-bed room chamber. We have arranged with Adam from the Tri-City. I am always happy when I see a trip to the Gass, which lasts for 47 joint responses. Making an appointment with Adam (with Adam about what recently he came to Poland on a bike from the Canaries) lasted about two minutes and boiled down to exchanging about six messages. I said we would be past 18 and he would join. On the spot we were 18:02, he several minutes earlier - not even the Japanese would be ashamed of us. Pizza with a local gimbazą, obscenely large shopping in Dino, which as always will not manage to overeat and you can climb up.

The castle is not difficult to guess, it's great, like a castle. Located on a hill, from which you can perfectly see the huge smog over the city from the smoking chimneys. In the middle of the yard, fireplace, restaurant, stocks, cannons (even the one from Fire and sword) and quite a good gothic at all.

There are several serious fights in the castle. First, we fight with too many sugar foods that we bought. Then eurovision on TV, attempt to enter the bunk beds and sleep with the air conditioner by the head. The worst thing is that the air conditioner turns off, as I recalled when everyone else fell asleep (only after 3 hours I discover what was the button I used to play at the entrance). I am discussing with myself a good half hour whether it is easier to get out of bed and snap it or fall asleep in the noise. I choose the second option, thanks to which, I feel as if I was going against the wind all the time. Good mortar against what awaited us on Sunday.

Because on Sunday the weather was very good. The wind was also very good, because it was blowing in the right direction ... only the reverse was the opposite. We had 10 hours of wind in the face - what the cyclists like the most. We are moving towards Toruń on roads known for Velo Toruń from 2 years ago (here's the entry about that race). A little bit of the forest, a little through the hills, some through the fields, until we reach the provincial capital.

In Toruń, we change the route and enter the market, where according to the market-tourist tradition we check their ice cream and waffles. Both desserts are poor. This stop lengthens our route and by the end of the day, I will calculate in my head how fast we have to go to make it before dark. This time, we took exceptionally only parking lights. The calculations pay off, including the hambuks bought under the house, at the door we report 10 minutes before dark.

Returning to the route. It's cool to Toruń, then a roadcar, a bit of a nice route and we enter the most hated part of those areas - road 91, leading straight to Włocławek. It is a deadly boring route with a lot of traffic and enough to drive the side road, stretching along the highway. What views and sounds are on the highway we all know. This road is similar. Although good for long distances, it does not fit into our stress-free weekend.

We reflect on Ciechocinek. Asphalt turns to rugged, so I will not let them sore for 2 days, and tingle I would feel on the back for a long time. Ciechocinek itself is very nice - a bit like Kolobrzeg in the high season, only for retirees. As if that was not enough, we get into a period of communion. There is a festive atmosphere, and the full-blown cars full of people in garniaks are interwoven with meleks, carrying tourists between sanatoriums.

We're going slowly, sadly. We do not exceed 27km / h. Maybe it is this asphalt, maybe hills, maybe cloud predicting the inevitable rain, or maybe we're just tired on Saturday. We drive for the first hundred kilometers disgustingly long. It may be nice, but we do not appreciate it. This is the most sexless drive we have this year. At Włocławek, we inhale the waste from Anwil, the beautiful smell of ammonia and we make a typical break at Biedonka. Baguette with Black Forest ham - I'm overjoyed, on this day both ham and baguettes are in the promotion for almost half the price. The fate finally changed.

This is also the place where Krzysiek dies. On each route, we have planned emergency points within a distance of max. 50 km (that is 100 meters away from each other), from which it is possible to return home quickly. This time it is Włocławek, Płock (but here transport is rare) and Sochaczew, to which you need to change the route. We stay alone with the wind. We are flying along the Vistula, holding the speed of 30km / h almost perfectly. This is our proven speed in such unfavorable conditions that allows you to drive virtually without end. Asphalt is still equal, very nice villages, on the left a view of the Vistula River, whose high level makes us feel a bit like during driving around the Italian lake of Garda. In Płock, we no longer reflect on the old town and the embankment. We know that they are nice, but the time is urgent. In Dobrzyków, we reflect a cool, proven road to some less popular, going on the Vistula. This is the best decision this weekend.

We are on Gassach. Only that it is nicer and smoother. We ride a rampart - if someone showed me pictures, I would give my head that it is a road near Warsaw. The difference is that from time to time the road bounces and we are in villages that look like alive from a movie. I'm not sure whether the comedy about Eastern Europe or horror. They have a little of everything. Drogai are equal, but so small that I would not be surprised if they were leading someone through the middle of the garden. It's perfect. From time to time, we pass a tourist or an older person on a bike - two wheels are probably the only means of transport in the area. In this way it passes 30 kilometers. The number of intersections, or rather a crossroads, suggests that we would have enjoyed ourselves here all day - I think we will return to this area.

Then we will have some familiar surroundings: we cross the road to Wyszogród, overcome the bridge in Kamion, go along the rough road around Kampinos and land on Rolnicza. The most depressing road in the area: from Czosnów to Łomianki. Along the way, there is still obligatory ice cream in a shop and a photo at the table where you can not omit the photo:

In Warsaw, we are checking in a moment before sunset. It turns out that since the weekend was sunny, the whole city left to spend it somewhere else and just come back. To avoid traffic jams and frustrated drivers, we add another few kilometers. There were too many of them. The optimum values ​​are in the range of 220-250km / day, especially when the wind is not favorable and you are traveling in a limited composition - I note these values. This will help in the future.

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