Weather: Cloudy,
sunny, windy Distance: 145
km (90 miles) Time: 7:00 h
(9:00 - 19:30) Av. speed:
20.8 kph (12.9 mph) Accomodation:
$ 2 (camping)
2377 km (1477 miles)
I started the day by taking the U-bahn (Underground)
to the end station Kagran in northern Vienna. Immediately
I found the bigger road that would take me to the Czech
border. The road had quite heavy traffic, so at Gänserndorf
I chose a smaller road, that also was a short cut.
Yes, I have decided that my way to Kraków will
go over the Czech republic, this time through the eastern
part that is called Moravia (as opposed to Bohemia in
the west).
Since the price difference between Austria and Czech
republic is so huge, I biked as fast as I could to cross
the border at Reinthal. Outside Breclav, I sat down
outside a restaurant and had the most delicious omelette
with salad and the mineral water Mattoni. It didn't
even cost 2 dollars - tip included.
The waitress told me she and her Czechoslovakian team
had won the European championship in rowing four times
back in the eightes. Or maybe seventies. Not exactly
what you expect to stumble into in a Czech countryside
restaurant! Then she complimented me on my Czech –
she had thought I was polish since I mastered the slavic
word order perfectly.
In Lednice I stopped to look at the castle there and
to have something to eat. I thought of staying the night
at the camping, but it was only 4 pm, so I continued.
I've now raised the tent in Jezov and had a nice evening
with two Slovaks Martina and Slavomír, who are
also doing a bike tour. Slavomír is a journalist
and writes about their
tour in English. (Even I am featured on a
photo in that travelogue, I notice as I digitize this
diary, along with a story about the ”guy from
Sweden” who took a cold shower...)
I must say I love southeast Moravia. It's so picturesque
here, the scenery consists of wineyards, cornfields
and little villages.
The camping
in Jezov was actually no camping – they only
offered cottages. However, after two Slovaks and
a group of Czechs arrived, all on their bikes and
with tents, we were allowed to build a little tent
village around the pool. Photo by Slavomir Szabo.
Jezov bathed
in evening sun as I arrived, happily unaware of
that the camping was not for tents.
I had a beer
with the Slovaks in the evening. As you can see,
I wear the same shirt as on all other photos –
that's the punishment for packing really light.
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