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I THINK YOU DID WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE. DON'T SMEAR MORE. YOU GOT TO KNOW YOURSELF AND THE PEOPLE ON THE ROAD MORE. I ENVY YOU THE ADVENTURES. BUT I ALSO HAVE SIMILAR STORIESKI. A KEEPSAKE FOR A LIFETIME. INFECT OTHERS. GOOD LUCK .

My first bicycle trip Wife says: describe. So I describe ? Day 1 Swinoujscie ? Niechorze 72 km, 6h 18min First, packing: tent, carrimat, sleeping bag, razorFor cooking, clothes, chargers, etc. Collected more than 30 kilos !!! Mother, how will I move. I'm 180, weigh 80, seemingly a bit athletic, and I was not able to pack the bike on the train. So I unbuckled the panniers and one by one into the carriage. Did I take everything? Certainly not, but it would turn out in the wash. After one change of train (how k..a heavy!) I check in Swinoujscie. I take the first photo, start the navigation (runtastic), the watch (Garmin), the maps on top and I'm off. The adrenaline is there. I rode the train in sweatpants, so it's time to change somewhere. I thought I would get to the woods. I leave the city, cross the tracks and there's the forest. A couple of people on bikes are hanging around, so I look for a secluded spot. There it is. And it has started. I barely get off my bike, and here is a plague of mosquitoes. Every year I spend part of my vacation at the lake, but I have not seen something like this !!! Well, but you have to put on a pampers. Before I dug into the spray, arms, legs and head bitten. After half an hour, all bitten I move on. The route a little sandy, uphill and downhill. If it goes like this to the Peninsula, 2 weeks will be missing. But the route calms down, a little forest, a little highway and it's nice. After 6.5 hours I reach Niechorze. Overnight at a friend's place, but first a bath, dinner, well, and symbolic 2 beers. Day 2 Niechorze ? Ustronie Morskie ? Darlowo 122km, 10h12min The most pleasant stretch. Means to Ustronie. Hardly any sand, long passages on cobblestones along the coast, really super. So great that the overnight stay was supposed to be in Ustron and I ended up here after less than 4 hours. I ate dinner, drank (unfortunately) one beer, it was 3 p.m. What to do? I drive on! To Darlowo. I feel good, so I set off. The route ok, but I'm already starting to regret the fish and the beer I drank. Heavy on the stomach, but what to do. In Osieki a small mistake and a big crisis. 90 km, I'm already running out of strength, my legs are not going. How about finishing the stage? But I made an appointment with a buddy, so I have to. Every kilometer is an ordeal. When the hundredth cracked, I was proud. After all, the first one ever. It passes 18, and Darlowo is not visible. There is no designated road in Bukowo. I ask the locals: you need to go through Dąbki ladies, the route is nice, new. Nice maybe yes, but longer? And to that the wind. Someone on the forums described that it usually blows from the west. But today, exceptionally, from the Soviets, straight into the muzzle. The knee sits up, that's all that was missing. I'm going 10km/h. I've had enough. Struggle, struggle, struggle. I arrive after more than 10 hours. I drink a few beers with my buddy and fall asleep like a baby. Day 3 Darlowo ? Ditches 62km, 4h 30min I think I've fallen asleep. Everything hurts, and it's only been 2 days. But today slowly. To Jaroslawiec by plates. On the way 30 minutes rest by the sea. I hoped to let me go through the training ground, but no-e. From Jaroslawiec the most boring part. How I do not like riding on the road. Boredom, kilometers stand still, time goes on and still cars. To Ustka terribly hard. But a short nap on the cliff outside Ustka regenerates. And a little more cheerful, after all, this is my area. Through the forest, almost to the end. Lunch at Julia's place in Poddębie and the last dime. Overnight at the campground. A little afraid to leave it all, but you have to bathe and do some shopping too. Day 4 Ditches ? Leba (Przybrzeże) 62km, 6h 22min It pours all night. In the morning I check the weather, not good, but from 13 it calms down a little. I set off. Today only 50km, so calm. And in fact to Kluki ok. These 120 km from the day before yesterday are giving the impression, but nothing. In Kluki I pass a team riding from the other side and they look at each other so strangely. What's the matter? The air in the wheels is there, the non-pink jersey is there, so I don't know. I turn onto a section described by many as the toughest on the route. They weren't wrong. After overnight precipitation, an all-day drizzle for me, it is not passable. Bike heavy, boggy, and on top of that those footbridges. Up ? down, up ? down. Now I know why I was so peeved. Who marked this route as a bike route ? cossack, or without imagination. I let it go, take route r-10 to Główczyce. I make up about 12 km, but I ride. Before Leba a little sandy stretch, but after Nowecin it's the Sahara! 2 kilos in the sand that I doubted. Camping Habenda was worth the sand. Silence, few people (only skateboarders), a pub on the lake, a fairy tale. Day 5 Leba ? Chalupy 70km, 7h 24 min Day of mistakes. The beginning is nice, especially after a satiating breakfast ordered at Habenda. I arrive at the village of Ulinia. I will remember it for the rest of my life. According to the navigation, 83m up. It is sharp. I'll make it, even though I'll be down, but I'll make it. Derailleurs to the max, sweat is pouring, but I'll make it. And I gave !!! I'm at the very top. Guest. A glance at the navigation? Before the climb you had to go straight and not right !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a brain! Meeting an old Englishman on a pre-dawn dame gives me strength. I go downhill, turn I take cool photos and again confuse the route. Aries. Superimposing more kilometers, I visit cobblestone or sand villages visible only on aerial maps. I finally reach Osetnik, everyone to the Stilo lighthouse, and I into the forest. And 3rd mistake. Riding with 3 km of sand and looking at the navi somehow the trail does not coincide with me. It turns out that the trail runs parallel, 100m next to? Just ditched Debki yet and looking for accommodation. I want to get as far as possible, so that there is not much left for the last day. At the Rozewie lighthouse I meet a cycling couple who warn me against camping in Wladyslawowo. That they are expensive, noisy, dirty, etc. Knocked off my feet, I spin to Chalupy, where it is supposedly much better. 4 mistake. All campgrounds filled to capacity. They don't even want to talk to pitch my 2. At 8 pm I finally camp at Polaris campground ( after half an hour of looking for free 2 sqm). I pitch the tent, go to bathe and? knocks out the electricity throughout the resort. Queue at the showers, everyone is waiting for hot water, but I don't have time. I wash myself in the cold one. I'm hungry and want to drink. But? there is no electricity, the pouring machines don't work. The pubs are either closed or? there is no electricity. I buy 3 cans in the dark, fitness bread (because that's all there was), canned food and into the tent for a final rest. Day 6 Chalupy ? Hel 32km, 1h 50min Last day. Only 30km left, but I have a train at 10:40, so I get up exceptionally very early for me and by 8:00 I'm already pedaling. Somehow it's hard. It's good that there is so little left. It's also good to read someone's blogs before leaving. I knew that from the Hel board to the train station is still 12km. And what kind of roads. I started, as God commanded, along the bike path. Up ? down, cones, up ? down, cones? Oh no, I'm back on the road. Little traffic, after all, Sunday morning, but every now and then someone honks. But I am deep in horns after 400 km. I carve these last kilometers. The end. I'm done. I've caught the bug. Do I want to do it again? ?

My first bicycle trip Wife says: describe. So I describe ? Day 1 Swinoujscie ? Niechorze 72 km, 6h 18min First, packing: tent, carrimat, sleeping bag, razorFor cooking, clothes, chargers, etc. Collected more than 30 kilos !!! Mother, how will I move. I'm 180, weigh 80, seemingly a bit athletic, and I was not able to pack the bike on the train. So I unbuckled the panniers and one by one into the carriage. Did I take everything? Certainly not, but it would turn out in the wash. After one change of train (how k..a heavy!) I check in Swinoujscie. I take the first photo, start the navigation (runtastic), the watch (Garmin), the maps on top and I'm off. The adrenaline is there. I rode the train in sweatpants, so it's time to change somewhere. I thought I would get to the woods. I leave the city, cross the tracks and there's the forest. A couple of people on bikes are hanging around, so I look for a secluded spot. There it is. And it has started. I barely get off my bike, and here is a plague of mosquitoes. Every year I spend part of my vacation at the lake, but I have not seen something like this !!! Well, but you have to put on a pampers. Before I dug into the spray, arms, legs and head bitten. After half an hour, all bitten I move on. The route a little sandy, uphill and downhill. If it goes like this to the Peninsula, 2 weeks will be missing. But the route calms down, a little forest, a little highway and it's nice. After 6.5 hours I reach Niechorze. Overnight at a friend's place, but first a bath, dinner, well, and symbolic 2 beers. Day 2 Niechorze ? Ustronie Morskie ? Darlowo 122km, 10h12min The most pleasant stretch. Means to Ustronie. Hardly any sand, long passages on cobblestones along the coast, really super. So great that the overnight stay was supposed to be in Ustron and I ended up here after less than 4 hours. I ate dinner, drank (unfortunately) one beer, it was 3 p.m. What to do? I drive on! To Darlowo. I feel good, so I set off. The route ok, but I'm already starting to regret the fish and the beer I drank. Heavy on the stomach, but what to do. In Osieki a small mistake and a big crisis. 90 km, I'm already running out of strength, my legs are not going. How about finishing the stage? But I made an appointment with a buddy, so I have to. Every kilometer is an ordeal. When the hundredth cracked, I was proud. After all, the first one ever. It passes 18, and Darlowo is not visible. There is no designated road in Bukowo. I ask the locals: you need to go through Dąbki ladies, the route is nice, new. Nice maybe yes, but longer? And to that the wind. Someone on the forums described that it usually blows from the west. But today, exceptionally, from the Soviets, straight into the muzzle. The knee sits up, that's all that was missing. I'm going 10km/h. I've had enough. Struggle, struggle, struggle. I arrive after more than 10 hours. I drink a few beers with my buddy and fall asleep like a baby. Day 3 Darlowo ? Ditches 62km, 4h 30min I think I've fallen asleep. Everything hurts, and it's only been 2 days. But today slowly. To Jaroslawiec by plates. On the way 30 minutes rest by the sea. I hoped to let me go through the training ground, but no-e. From Jaroslawiec the most boring part. How I do not like riding on the road. Boredom, kilometers stand still, time goes on and still cars. To Ustka terribly hard. But a short nap on the cliff outside Ustka regenerates. And a little more cheerful, after all, this is my area. Through the forest, almost to the end. Lunch at Julia's place in Poddębie and the last dime. Overnight at the campground. A little afraid to leave it all, but you have to bathe and do some shopping too. Day 4 Ditches ? Leba (Przybrzeże) 62km, 6h 22min It pours all night. In the morning I check the weather, not good, but from 13 it calms down a little. I set off. Today only 50km, so calm. And in fact to Kluki ok. These 120 km from the day before yesterday are giving the impression, but nothing. In Kluki I pass a team riding from the other side and they look at each other so strangely. What's the matter? The air in the wheels is there, the non-pink jersey is there, so I don't know. I turn onto a section described by many as the toughest on the route. They weren't wrong. After overnight precipitation, an all-day drizzle for me, it is not passable. Bike heavy, boggy, and on top of that those footbridges. Up ? down, up ? down. Now I know why I was so peeved. Who marked this route as a bike route ? cossack, or without imagination. I let it go, take route r-10 to Główczyce. I make up about 12 km, but I ride. Before Leba a little sandy stretch, but after Nowecin it's the Sahara! 2 kilos in the sand that I doubted. Camping Habenda was worth the sand. Silence, few people (only skateboarders), a pub on the lake, a fairy tale. Day 5 Leba ? Chalupy 70km, 7h 24 min Day of mistakes. The beginning is nice, especially after a satiating breakfast ordered at Habenda. I arrive at the village of Ulinia. I will remember it for the rest of my life. According to the navigation, 83m up. It is sharp. I'll make it, even though I'll be down, but I'll make it. Derailleurs to the max, sweat is pouring, but I'll make it. And I gave !!! I'm at the very top. Guest. A glance at the navigation? Before the climb you had to go straight and not right !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What a brain! Meeting an old Englishman on a pre-dawn dame gives me strength. I go downhill, turn I take cool photos and again confuse the route. Aries. Superimposing more kilometers, I visit cobblestone or sand villages visible only on aerial maps. I finally reach Osetnik, everyone to the Stilo lighthouse, and I into the forest. And 3rd mistake. Riding with 3 km of sand and looking at the navi somehow the trail does not coincide with me. It turns out that the trail runs parallel, 100m next to? Just ditched Debki yet and looking for accommodation. I want to get as far as possible, so that there is not much left for the last day. At the Rozewie lighthouse I meet a cycling couple who warn me against camping in Wladyslawowo. That they are expensive, noisy, dirty, etc. Knocked off my feet, I spin to Chalupy, where it is supposedly much better. 4 mistake. All campgrounds filled to capacity. They don't even want to talk to pitch my 2. At 8 pm I finally camp at Polaris campground ( after half an hour of looking for free 2 sqm). I pitch the tent, go to bathe and? knocks out the electricity throughout the resort. Queue at the showers, everyone is waiting for hot water, but I don't have time. I wash myself in the cold one. I'm hungry and want to drink. But? there is no electricity, the pouring machines don't work. The pubs are either closed or? there is no electricity. I buy 3 cans in the dark, fitness bread (because that's all there was), canned food and into the tent for a final rest. Day 6 Chalupy ? Hel 32km, 1h 50min Last day. Only 30km left, but I have a train at 10:40, so I get up exceptionally very early for me and by 8:00 I'm already pedaling. Somehow it's hard. It's good that there is so little left. It's also good to read someone's blogs before leaving. I knew that from the Hel board to the train station is still 12km. And what kind of roads. I started, as God commanded, along the bike path. Up ? down, cones, up ? down, cones? Oh no, I'm back on the road. Little traffic, after all, Sunday morning, but every now and then someone honks. But I am deep in horns after 400 km. I carve these last kilometers. The end. I'm done. I've caught the bug. Do I want to do it again? ?