Poland continued to be wonderful, as was the weather. We raced on to Germany. This border crossing took about 10 seconds for me, a mere wave of my British passport and it was “Willkommen nach Deutschland”. For Ting it was slightly more complicated, taking nearly a minute for them to find the rubber stamp and thump it onto her schengen visa.
From there we called apon fellow world-traveller Ruth Fuchs, whom we had met in South Australia. She arranged for us to stay with her friends Robert and Mariam, and family in their 500 year old restored appartment in the centre of Gorlitz.
The next day, after touring some of the town’s fascinating buildings, and cursing it’s many cobble stones we were en route for our rest stop with Ruth in Dresden.
But by this time Ting’s health was getting better but mine was deteriorating. Along with that the weather packed in. It rained most of the way to Dresden. We arrived tired and cold, and looking forward to the first rest since Saratov!
We actually stayed two days. Gambling our last rest day on the hope of avoiding the worst of the weather. From here we had 12 days to make it to Paris. We bought the last of our wet-weather gear from a fancy German bike shop, and planned our route in Detail, with the help of Ruth’s vast library of maps. We were all set for the final sprint across western Europe!
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