I was driven by sheer luck, when I approached a carpark marshal, Mirek. Who was so kind to my request of securing my bike. Surly was stoved in save and sound place when I could on foot explore an old town of To run.
Photo 1. Me and Mirek, Toruń
Photo 2. Me and Mirek's friend*
On that Saturday, through dense forest and damp suburbs of Bydgoszcz crossed the river Vistula by Fordon. Then battling unpleasant rainy condition somehow reached Toruń.
Stopped and prayed for a brief moment at the road side monument dedicated to father Jerzy Popieluszko murdered by secret service of communist regime ruling Poland until 1989
My plan to visit my old friends Aga and Toru did not work, as my unexpected visit collided with theirs visit to Zywiec, South of Poland.
Therefore I opted to stay in a local hotel as an option of rough camping somewhere in the dark and damp condition soften my spirit.
The hotel room marvellous, just that couple banging all night made me for a moment jealous.
Morning. Solitary clonk of high hills anonsed a new day.
What I thought was Vistula in fact was only Wooden Port , Port Drzewny according to Tomek and Agnieszka
Photo 1. Barge. Port drzewny , Toruń
Photo 2. Statue of gen.Haller, Toruń.
Photo 3. Statue of Marshall Piłsudski, Toruń.
Photo 4. Tramway, Toruń.
Sunday noon. The sun came out and I wanted to pray. Then I met Red Hood.
- Where are you going, Red Hood?
- I'm going home.
- I thought that Red Hood was going to visit grandma:-)
It was pleasure to met you, Red Hood you brought me a sunshine:-) An universe of positive energy. Thank you Justyna:-)
1st of November. Bank holiday. On this day Catholics celebrate day of All Saints and traditionally almost everyone hits the road to visit graves of relatives. Everyone, but me. I opted to stay in the forest by the lake for a second night and void massive traffic. At first, I worried what I would do all day long. To my surprise I found a shelter nearby and decided to prepare it for a night.
I spent many hours repairing my shelter and gather wood for a camp fire. I decided to use outleyer of my tent, as I left behind pegs and poles and rendered my tent useless, to improve water resistance of mentioned shelter.
Then at night, only me, campfire with crackling pine wood and unlimited sky.
It is worth to mention an exceptional level of hospitality at Gospoda Bazyliszek* I am delighted meeting you, Kazimierz and his wife who run Bazyliszek Inn
http://www.bazyliszek.eu
I did enjoy time which I spent in a small town called Tuchola. Met interesting people as Michael, temporary flower seller who surprised me with knowledge based on books wirten by RobertnKiyosaki*
Photos:
1. Michał and his friend, Tuchola.
2. Edmund from trzcionek ploughing his land.
3. Me and Edmund.
4. Tuchola town centre.
5. Am I on right track, question mark.
6. Figurka, Bory Tucholskie
7. Me and Janusz
8 and 9. Bory Tucholskie
10. The eagle Bory Tucholskie
11.Rough camping Bory Tucholskie
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http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Kiyosaki
