From Izbica to Darłowo

From Izbica to Utska to Darłowka

After the advice over flooding, we did not take the designated route out of Izbica. Rather, we took the one sealed road, a good one, to Glowczce. To the South. On the way there, George had a fall and it necessitated mending his back pannier, which luckily he was able to do with the aid of my bag of bits and pieces. Then we tried to rejoin the designated route, hoping we had come round far enough to avoid the flooded area. So a minor road North. But after a few km we met a German couple, going the other way, also doing long distance, who said they had gone through floods which would go over our front panniers. One the two was on an electric bike. So, back again and down a main road to Chocmirow (which I translated as miracle chocolate). Here turned North past Wierzchocino (wurst with chocolate) to Smoldino, where we did rejoin the route.

Pause at this stage. Mid afternoon, late lunch needed and a restaurant popped up. One the best meals we have had on the trip. Then on cycle paths through the woods to Rowy Another tourist attraction, though a smaller one, with plenty of seaside activities. Beyond Rowy, the designated path on tracks through the woods, but it was late and we took ordinary roads to Ustka, where we camped for the night.

Next day, went to see the bread museum, but it was all in Polish; it was all in one room and one could see there were no great revelations there, so we did not pay to go in. Coffee and cake instead. So left Ustka on the late side.

At this stage, George's hand, where he had fallen yesterday and was a bit swollen, did not seem to be getting better, so he went faster ahead of us to Darłowo where there is a hospital. Both he and later us (Tom and Katherine) followed less rapidly. Nothing particular about the journey to Darłowo. We did it on ordinary roads, which had very little traffic until the last bit on a main road. Atb on e stage, there was a hill which I (Tom) had to push up, but with a reward at the top of a fine view of the coast line.

We were struck on this stage with enormous wind turbines in large numbers. Even close to them, they were apparently soundless, and they really showed how this technology has moved on. We found them beautiful, and in countryside unspoiled by pylon lines!

In Darłowo, George has already got to the camp-site, which was delightfully laid out and half rural. The hospital had sent him off to the next town for an X-ray and he had a bus at 19.50, which he took. He told us later it went through all sorts of villages, but got there in the end!  Katherine and I had supper in the camp site.