I woke up with considerable stomach problems, combined with a headache. Not too smart on a day where we were going to ride 200 km to the Adrspasske Rocks.

I hoped intensely that Jaroslav this very morning would oversleep, but I heard him call 2 minutes after 6 a.m., and he was as fit as a fiddle.
I wasn't.
For the second time during my stay, I had to excuse myself at the breakfast table. The first time was when we got chopped garlic on white bread.
I didn't make it.
Now I was forced to say pass gain.

But we managed to get started in due time, and as it so often happens, I felt much better riding my bike. Like always we had to conquer several big hills. Most of them are actually not more steep, than the hills we can find in Denmark. The difference is that these hills never ever end, where they are supposed to end.
An attempt to force the pace can be fatal, if there are still 500 m to the top.

We made it to Adrspasske in 4 hours, and en route we went into a cafe to get tea and cakes. Jaroslav is getting used to my entering various cafes and restaurant. Most of the time it's is my treat, which I think is a natural thing.

When we came to Adrspasske, I thought we were hungry. So did Jaroslav. In a cafeteria we both had a sausage and a coke. We both felt that the young man, who waited on us was indeed a very unpleasant fellow.

In the toilet something very funny happened to me. There was no paper.
However, that is not the funny thing. The funny thing was, that an elderly man (much older than me) was sitting outside the toilet selling paper.
The price was 2 KC for women and 3 KC for men (?) . I gave him 5 KC and very carefully he counted the pieces I hereby had acquired the right do march away with.

We locked the bikes together and went in. We found a lot of fantastic sandstone formations on a route we walked through in about 45 minutes. It was really something. Every formation was named after what it looked like, and they were extremely beautiful and impressive. However, we had to climb 400 steps during the walk. We managed, but it's not my cup of tea. Luckily the bikes were still where we had left them, when we came back so we threw ourselves upon them, ready to ride the last 100 km.

We got a little tired towards the end, but we made a few stops to consume peaches, bananas and other nice things, so it was not too hard.

At home Ludmilla waited with a dish, fit for a king - again.

Right now we are preparing the trip tomorrow which will take us to Nysa in Poland. We are going to visit my friend Wietold Tomaszewski and his family. I visited Wietold in Poland in 1994, and he and a number of his sailor friends have also paid a visit to my part of the world.

I think I'll just ask Jaroslav what time we are going to leave tomorrow … .. he tells me, we are leaving at 6.30 a.m. No problem.

Good heavens. I have been behind with my diary. That's very bad, because you think you can remember, what has happened, but you never can. You forget dates, names of places and distances in the space of astoundingly short time.
It's now 9.30 p.m. and I am making serious plans for going to bed within a few minutes. Right now Jaroslav is searching for the photos he took when he last time visited Nysa in 1988.

He never found them that night.

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