Stern Times

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There is something magical about being so close to something that normally looks so unimpressive in photos.  In this case the stern of the ferry which took us to Karlskrona in Sweden. I like the scuff marks at the bottom right.

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Sweden and Back to Poland

Not stopped by a gate as in Sweden we loaded up and headed to our hotel. Which was in fact a hostel. A blues bar and club with a side line in well priced accomodation. With nowhere to store our bikes with the car the friendly staff arranged for us to leave our bikes in their shop next door. Big thanks for that, guys!!

Cycling. Their are many good cycle paths and we spent some time at the beach in Gdynia. The beach is good and a fine park for the children to play in, as well. Good exercise for me too, as I had to push anything and everything that could swing. No, I’m not a swinger;-)

Then cycling along the seafront which was super. A beach and rocks blocked our way. The next part was a little wearisome as we trudged up the steep roads to find the connecting path into Sopot. But once we found it we sailed along across and then down into Sopot. The party two of the Three Cities.  Food, super tomato soup, which is well priced and consumed along with gofrys and ice-cream then back we went. Such is the wildness of parts of the forest along the cliff tops, that a family of boars ran across our path. Wonderful!

Back to the Blues club for a well earned drink and more low calorie, high fibre food. To cycle around Gydina, Sopot, didn’t make it to Gdansk, was a real pleasure. The cycling was good, plenty for the children to do, and prices must be a dream for those visiting from Sweden. All in all a great trip. Next off to Malbork for camping, which we decided to do on the spur of the moment…but we haven’t a tent!

Karlskrona Sedate or Sedated?

The ferry was okay, well it didn’t sink. It also had reassuringly expensive prices. Up at the crack of dawn, and off we go. Well actually we had one holdall that was to be stowed in a locker at the port. This meant we could not cycle. Just as we approachd the gates, they shut. Closed. Locked. I had to shimmy around to the entrance gate, explain the problem and were allowed to exit via the in gate.

Off we went in the sun. Just over 11km into Karlskrona along good cycles paths. Actually it took longer than anticipated. Children stopped for tired legs, aches unspecified or to argue that one has got something better on the their siblings bike, and off again, and again. Karlskrona is pretty in an understated kind of way. A large bay spotted with small bridges and people doing indefinable things with small boats.Some of the houses are very colourful and all is clean. I don’t know whether to say whether Karlskrona is sedate, or sedated? Cue the Ramones!

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A wonderful marine museum was enjoyed by all. We scurried over ships of varying vintage. Inside a hall one can scuttle about the former Swedish subamine Neptune. At around 1,100 tonnes submerged, it confirmed my love of claustrophobic tiny spaces. How 19 officers and crew spent time at sea in such a craft is beyond me. But they certainly deserve respect.

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More cycling and more expensive food and an amiable cycle back to our waiting long ship. Here to be boarded first and haul our oars back to Gdynia. Would cycling be more fun in Gdynia, Sopoat, than Karlskrona? Wait for the next thrilling instalment of…carry my backpack, pleeeeze!

Sweden Cycling Outbound

Road trip to be continued. Sweden. Outbound from Gdynia, part of the Three Towns which include Sopot and Gdansk. The plan was to sail to Karlskrona, cycle into the town and around the peninsula, then back to The Three Towns for more of the same. When we got to Gdynia we were given funky high visibility tops to wear. Little did we know that we would be visible in them for quite some time. First the lorries, then the trucks, after that the American-style RVs, then smaller caravans, vans and then cars, followed on by motorbikes. Two classes, those that do real motor cylcing, and those with old fashioned lookalikes that make a specific poseur sound. Then last the ecological and smallest elements to board, roll on drums, the CYCLISTS!

We took up one tine corner of the vehicle deck, frantically lashing our eco-bikes before the storm wave crashed over the bows of our majestic Longship. Okay, tad I wax lyrical. But rather silly and in Sweden they did not give us the visibilty tops. Why? Because the sensible Swedes boarded us first, bless them;-) IMG_2448

As we left harbour this Polish Warship, probably a Kaszub class corvette, was entering harbour with a beautiful sunset as a welcome.

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