In the morning I drive a little bit in a circle, because my GPS and I can’t agree on how to get out of Gostyń again. But of course we soon reach an agreement and leave the city on country roads, first with a separate cycle path, unfortunately no longer afterwards. Here the rear-view mirror, . . .
Andy, my warmshowers-host lives on the outskirts of Poznan (which was not quite visible in his profile). And since this is not at all in the direction of my onward journey, I now have to enter the city again for 11 km. Via arterial roads, which I hate on the one hand because they are . . .
Waliszczewo – that was the most idyllic place I have stayed overnight so far. And so I am not in a hurry to break off here this morning, especially since it is probably not that far to Poznan. For a long time I sit with a cup of tea in my hand and look at . . .
Sunday in Poland. From the open church doors of the small villages through which I come, the song of the faithful escapes to heaven. The skleps aren’t open yet either. But a gas station in Mogilno. Here I have a cup of coffee and replenish my drinks. Then I continue through monotonous regions, which offer . . .