With full stomach I started to pedal towards Jeziorno, where my dad was brought up. My grandma was unaware of my plans. I cycled through muddy dirt roads leading my through a local woods, then through open fields. Where only a dot on my GPS was shown as I was completely out of bitten track.
Stayed over night in Jeziorno with my grandma. It was my last night spent somewhere else than my bed by the attic.
Tomorrow Radom, Kaptur and my room:-) Home sweat home! LOL
English is my second language, a proof above:-)
***HOME SWEET HOME***
Photo 1 and 3. Jeziorno, a village where my father was brought up.
Photo 2. Me and my grandma. Jeziorno.
Photo 4. An old tractor , Ursus C-330 in action. Bierwiecki las.
http://pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jeziorno_(wojew%C3%B3dztwo_mazowieckie)
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