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It was supposed to be an entry by Fr. Kaszebe Round<\/a>, but I thought that people burn their fingers with boiling soup much more often than they look for information about the event, which I have probably written about - and you know SEO and the most important cliques. Because Kaszebe itself, at least in the years in which I take part in it (because I am competing would be too strong a word), is unchanged. It consists of a perfectly secured route, hills, forests and people that I meet every few years. It's nice to meet old friends over scrambled eggs and lard sandwich instead of the airport at Gassach. These are so-called meetings full of dignity. We know very well why we ended up where we are and where we are going (to the next buffet). What happens between them does not matter much, and at 188km you can cram them a little. If you came here by accident, looking for information about Kaszeba, and not the history of a guest who has second-degree burns from a tomato, I invite you to the old entries, for example:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kaszebe Round 2018 - we gave our best<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kaszebe Runda, or Tour de Bufet. Kashubian cycling<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The entries actually differ in that instead przemekzawada.com<\/a>, there is Sylwia or Piotrki in the photos. And unfortunately with the fact that in 2017 most of the area was covered by forests, and a year later it was driving like through the scenery from a post-apocalyptic film.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I will not cheat. I wasn't planning to go this year at all. The decision was made less than a day before departure. It started with a phone call from Przem informing him that he was going and asking where to sleep there. Who reads the blog knows where to sleep in Kashubia. Somewhere between Klock and Sworn Gaciami (which are in fact Sworne Gaciami), in M\u0119cika\u0142a. Several hours later, I was already sitting at the train station in Bydgoszcz, waiting for a lift. Especially that I haven't seen Przem since the time when we both thought that racing for 3 hours in a large, golden gherkin road group is the highest form of cycling. It was somehow before the epidemic and before the war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I don't know how it is that when someone visits us, instead of taking them to the best and most enjoyable loop in the area, I always draw \u201call at once\u201d. This means that instead of moving along the gravel road, which is the Kashubian Route, I try to make a cross-sectional presentation. So we spend Saturday with Przem, driving through forests, sand, good and bad asphalt, grater, cobblestones and any other surface known (and unknown) to mankind. Route It looks like this<\/a>. I have an overwhelming impression that it creates an escape syndrome in Przema. Let's say that a bicycle parked in front of a shop in M\u0119cikale with an electric saw attached to the handlebars fits in very well with the local folklore.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One thing's for sure: no matter how many photos you take, everything looks the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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