I
oversleep. Phone has died in the night.
I
still take the bike and drive towards Topilo because the weather is very nice.
The forest looks interesting and scenery changes all the time. Spruce, wet
alder carr, hornbeam. Somewhere further away are cranes, up a tree next to me chirp
small birds. Otherwise the forest just stands still. I try to forget all the
mess that is going on around the globe and for a moment I even succeed.
In
Topilo the river Lesna looks like a lake. An old railway bridge leads over it,
the railway continues until horizon. The thought of being the only fool riding
a bike here has just crossed my mind when I see two more bikers cycling my
direction. One of them has binoculars hanging on his chest. After a while the
trail description asks me to turn right where a side track of the railway
continues in a thicket. This I have practiced a lot. For some reason I don’t
find the correct trail to Czerlonka and am too lazy and tired to turn away from
the big road once I’m already there. Sun is already on its way down and my legs
are full of lactic acid. After my last decent bicycle trip I’ve had too much
good and easy life.
Since
it seems that things are not getting better I decide to pack and head home
tomorrow. Biebrza, one of the better preserved river landscapes and wetlands of
Europe will so not be visited this time. What happens next depends on
Lithuanians and Latvians.
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