On the weekend Romana and I cycled to Luhacovice and camped overnight. Luhacovice is on a lake that is shaped like a dolphin. I bought pannier bags for the bike and now I feel like an idiot for not buying them on the last trip. They fit so much stuff. My reasoning was that I'd have to throw them out when I got rid of my bike and I wouldn't have another bag, but they'd probably fit a spare bag.
The trip was 37km. Basically nothing by September 2015 standards, but it was a fair slog by my current standards. The route looked like it would be flat but there were a couple of killer hills that I walked up. Romana rode up them. No shame in that #feminism.
In Luhacovice Romana stopped to get some of this delicious spring water they have. She brought out a plastic cup and I took a sip. It was horrible. It was crystal clear but tasted like dirt. The water from the bore at point plomer, which comes out of the ground brown and isn't fit for human consumption (except me if I'm hungover and desperate), tastes better.
We arrived at the campground and discovered the tent was only half a tent. Neither of us thought to check it. We rang Romana's mum who zoomed out in her car with the other half, somewhat shattering the illusion of an epic journey. Once we were set up Romana discovered she'd also forgot to bring shorts other than her rather unfashionable cycling shorts. I thought she was the organise one. I remembered the vital stuff (ball and frisbee).
That evening we went for a walk around the lake to find a restaurant to eat at. That was a failure because all the restaurants stop serving at 7pm aka 3 hours before the sun goes down. We went back to camp hungry and desperate and begged the camp restaurant to serve us (they'd stopped serving at 8:30 because they're wild and crazy).
Yesterday we rode back and made much better time. It took 2 and a half hours but I was pretty knackered when we got back. I checked my heart rate at the top of a hill and it was 155bpm compared to Romana's 113bpm. Which is totally fine #feminism.
Today is Romana's birthday. I went to buy her flowers and chocolate but thought I might as well get her a proper potted flower, which I did. We just got back from her parents house and they have the same flowers in their courtyard, but they're about 4 times bigger. So I guess Romana will have a massive plant taking up her entire balcony.
The trip was 37km. Basically nothing by September 2015 standards, but it was a fair slog by my current standards. The route looked like it would be flat but there were a couple of killer hills that I walked up. Romana rode up them. No shame in that #feminism.
In Luhacovice Romana stopped to get some of this delicious spring water they have. She brought out a plastic cup and I took a sip. It was horrible. It was crystal clear but tasted like dirt. The water from the bore at point plomer, which comes out of the ground brown and isn't fit for human consumption (except me if I'm hungover and desperate), tastes better.
We arrived at the campground and discovered the tent was only half a tent. Neither of us thought to check it. We rang Romana's mum who zoomed out in her car with the other half, somewhat shattering the illusion of an epic journey. Once we were set up Romana discovered she'd also forgot to bring shorts other than her rather unfashionable cycling shorts. I thought she was the organise one. I remembered the vital stuff (ball and frisbee).
That evening we went for a walk around the lake to find a restaurant to eat at. That was a failure because all the restaurants stop serving at 7pm aka 3 hours before the sun goes down. We went back to camp hungry and desperate and begged the camp restaurant to serve us (they'd stopped serving at 8:30 because they're wild and crazy).
Yesterday we rode back and made much better time. It took 2 and a half hours but I was pretty knackered when we got back. I checked my heart rate at the top of a hill and it was 155bpm compared to Romana's 113bpm. Which is totally fine #feminism.
Today is Romana's birthday. I went to buy her flowers and chocolate but thought I might as well get her a proper potted flower, which I did. We just got back from her parents house and they have the same flowers in their courtyard, but they're about 4 times bigger. So I guess Romana will have a massive plant taking up her entire balcony.
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