[‘Friends of the road (Vrienden van de weg)’ bestaat enkel in het Engels, excuses hiervoor]
I’d like to dedicate a page to all people who help me on my way to Taiwan.
People who offer me a night stay in their garden, stable, garage or flat. People who offer me a shower, breakfast, some food for the road, home made tidbits, water or a nice chat. People who put effort in showing me the right direction.
People who mean a lot to me.
People I instant like and love.
People who make my journey memorable.
People who deserve a special thank you, bedankt, merci, danke schön, děkuji, dzięki, спасибі, mulțumesc, благодаря, teşekkürler, …
People I call friends.
Thanks a million!
Here is sweet Klaudia who showed me the way to the boarding school, a cheap place in Auschwitz where I could stay for the night. She was so great and helpful. Good fun! #Poland
A warm shower was so welcome after my cold and rainy day. Funny Agata spoiled me not only with a shower, her bed and good pancakes. Laughter and good conversations reheated my day in Krakow.
When you’re surfing Adrian’s couch you’ll be welcomed with the best vegetable welcome juice ever, a crazy Krakow nightlife and addictive vodka shots. Cheers! #Poland
Did I tell you already that there are so many helpful people in the streets of Poland? Sweet Lina and Jacek are one of them #Krakow #Poland
I told the man about my plan crossing the nature park in the Tatra Mountains. He said it was impossible, it was too steep and offroad. With all the good advice in my pocket, I started the following morning crossing that nature park. I was excited, it would be beautiful… 2 kilometers later I had to return. From 11 to 17% of ascent, mud, stones, really bad surface, heavy loaded and pushing the bike… #stubborn #pushbike #beautiful #Poland
That same day it was really hot and I had to push my bike a loooong way. Small dogs were barking at me, I barked back and asked them why they did that, I wasn’t evil. I didn’t know an old lady was watching me from behind the bushes. Oops, I saw her and asked in my best polish sign language if she could give me some tap water. She did and started a conversation in her best polish sign language #cute #Poland
In Ghent, Rotterdam and Rabka (Poland) they tried to fix that annoying sound of my peeping brakes. In the end nobody succeeded, till I met this bike mechanic Jan Pajor in Chabówka, my hero of the day. He kissed my hand when saying goodbye. I melted #Poland
I was on my way to see the beautiful Morskie Oko lake in the High Tatra (Carpathians). This lovely couple from Krakow and I had the same speed. We started talking, didn’t feel the rain anymore and suddenly we were in front of that awesome lake. As if their company wasn’t enough, they spoiled me with a warm soup in the hut next to the lake #great #Poland
I just crossed the border to Slovakia, soaked. Was looking for dry shelter. This man let me sleep in the conference room of the hostel, for free. The next morning he proudly came with a tray to the room to offer me a typical Slovakian breakfast: hot sausage, mustard, bread and Slivovitz. My heart broke when I had to tell him I’m a vegetarian… 😦 #Slovakia
I met this sweet couple, with a little number three on his way, at this beautiful abandoned sanitary complex. They told me that the building and all the others in the surroundings were bought by a miljonair. Luckily, they are renovating it. #Poland
Amazing how caring some people can be. This family was walking in the street. The woman saw me taking water from the river. She immediately invited me to her house. There was good water. Ooh, and also rice cakes and nuts #Poland
For a change, I had a rainy day and a wet tent, that I couldn’t dry during the day. I was looking for shelter. With the most important Polish words (tent, rain, wet, shelter) this man understood what I was looking for. He cycled with me to this cabin in the garden of family. They weren’t around. I had to wait for one hour till the family came back from work. And -yeah- I could stay there #happy #lucky #Poland
This is the woman of the cabin. Her husband and son (who spoke a bit English) pampered me with a couple of hot teas, a real bed and a dry night. A good souvenir for the last Polish night #Poland
I couldn’t cross the border with Poland and Ukraine. I had to return for 50 kilometer to see the other border crossing point. It would be a detour of 150 kilometer. And actually that border was only meant for cars and busses, not for cyclists. So it wasn’t sure that I could cross that one. This hiking couple proposed me a lift to a place nearer to another border where it was possible. So I didn’t had to cycle what I cycled already -whew- #Poland