Loosing my hair and 76km/h

Morning. I lost my hair. It was a camp in Poland. Aneta and Esko did the job really well with the hair cutter.

Near Krakow in a place called Pieskowa Skala the fun starts! A nice place and not full of hikers and this kind of stuff. An old castle(s) or monasteries (in Poland it is hard to get what it is, but it is always safe to say monastery/church, cause this is what it usually is). So the first ride took us immediately down from a hill including a big portion of adrenalin. Single track in old forest. First taste of speed and bicycle handling when surprised by some rocks and roots. Heh, perfect! These the couple of hours we were riding we also made our speed record 76km/h on asphalt.

The night blessed us already with wild camping at the beginning of Tatras in Poland. Top of the mountain with the view to some Polish city lights – don’t ask the name. To make the feeling ultimate, we decided to have the evening beer on the roof of our minivan. The van was not designed to carry 2 persons on the roof, so to make our dream true we had to distribute our bodyweight as evenly as possible evenly … and then still to drink the beer…. :)