Oh dear. Since our last post, much has happened and not been recorded. Still, here goes.
Last entry (I think) had us just into Russia after an enforced wait at border control who seemed to have trouble with a new passport, mine. We then cycled on, now on the main road but very empty of traffic. Coffee at a place where you could walk up the dunes and see the sea; majestic surf and that sort of thing. Then the "dancing forest" where there were pine tres all twisty-curly and apparently no-one known why.
Finally to Rybachi, where we spent the night in a hotel that seemed to be converted from an old Pressian building. Comfortable.
Dinner in a restaurant; delicious fish dishes at very affordable prices. Next day, setting off, passed a local event, a celebration of a fishing tradition.
A woman heard us speaking English and told us of free fish soup. It came out of a sort of tanker trailer and was delicious.
Then on to Zelenogradsk, a seaside resort at the end of the spit. On the last bit of the spit, did a walk in the King's Forest and saw the sign warning of ticks only at the end.
George had dire tales of tick-born encephalitis. Checked each other that night. No apparent ticks. Althogether the spit had been a bit less than 200 km.
Zelonogradsk. Had use of a kitchen in a comfortable lodging. The next day, walk on the beach and a visit to the cat museum in an old tower. Quite kitch and amusing. The on, about 30km through the countryside to Kaliningrad. We had reserved a hotel at the far (south) side of the city for a quicker exit, later. Cycling through the city centre was exhausting; heavy traffic, frequent on and off pavements, clouds of diesel fumes from the motor buses. But got through.
The next day, went to the old Konisberg cathedral and Kant's tomb. A rather handsome building with various art works and artifacts, such as this one which we do not understand
They make a bit of Kant, though not that much because he has been moved from inside the cathedral to the side.
Then the heavens opened, with thunder and lightening. Got into a cafe until it passed.
We next walked to the Amber Museum alongside a pleasant lake in the city centre. The museum was interesting and the amber jewelery on sale in various stalls quite good. Then back by bus; George had picked up a bus info leaflet at the hotel and got to grip with routes with efficiency.
The last day in the Kaliningrad area, we cycled to the Polish border. On the way, I suffered a loud bang and lost an inner tube. A passing lad helped me fix things,although no language in common. It turned out my expensive back wheel outer cover was on the way out, but it kept going. This time, at the border, no problem with new passport - got through quickly and on to Polish immigration.
Last entry (I think) had us just into Russia after an enforced wait at border control who seemed to have trouble with a new passport, mine. We then cycled on, now on the main road but very empty of traffic. Coffee at a place where you could walk up the dunes and see the sea; majestic surf and that sort of thing. Then the "dancing forest" where there were pine tres all twisty-curly and apparently no-one known why.
Finally to Rybachi, where we spent the night in a hotel that seemed to be converted from an old Pressian building. Comfortable.
Dinner in a restaurant; delicious fish dishes at very affordable prices. Next day, setting off, passed a local event, a celebration of a fishing tradition.
A woman heard us speaking English and told us of free fish soup. It came out of a sort of tanker trailer and was delicious.
Then on to Zelenogradsk, a seaside resort at the end of the spit. On the last bit of the spit, did a walk in the King's Forest and saw the sign warning of ticks only at the end.
George had dire tales of tick-born encephalitis. Checked each other that night. No apparent ticks. Althogether the spit had been a bit less than 200 km.
Zelonogradsk. Had use of a kitchen in a comfortable lodging. The next day, walk on the beach and a visit to the cat museum in an old tower. Quite kitch and amusing. The on, about 30km through the countryside to Kaliningrad. We had reserved a hotel at the far (south) side of the city for a quicker exit, later. Cycling through the city centre was exhausting; heavy traffic, frequent on and off pavements, clouds of diesel fumes from the motor buses. But got through.
The next day, went to the old Konisberg cathedral and Kant's tomb. A rather handsome building with various art works and artifacts, such as this one which we do not understand
They make a bit of Kant, though not that much because he has been moved from inside the cathedral to the side.
Then the heavens opened, with thunder and lightening. Got into a cafe until it passed.
We next walked to the Amber Museum alongside a pleasant lake in the city centre. The museum was interesting and the amber jewelery on sale in various stalls quite good. Then back by bus; George had picked up a bus info leaflet at the hotel and got to grip with routes with efficiency.
The last day in the Kaliningrad area, we cycled to the Polish border. On the way, I suffered a loud bang and lost an inner tube. A passing lad helped me fix things,although no language in common. It turned out my expensive back wheel outer cover was on the way out, but it kept going. This time, at the border, no problem with new passport - got through quickly and on to Polish immigration.
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