Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve paid more for a hotel than the norm and got less for my money. My room was like a prison cell high up by the ceiling, the whole hotel was like being in a converted school. Doesn’t matter too much, I won’t be there again.
The further north I travel through Poland the nicer it becomes although I’m afraid I won’t be sad to see the back of the country. The ride takes me through thick forests of evergreens up until the border.
When you reach the border there appears to be a section of road which is “no man’s landâ€, where neither one country will accept responsibility who owns it. Therefore the pot holes are cavernous, I saw one guy with his car on its jack and a wheel missing.
Carrying on I follow signs to Kaunas, my destination for the day. It wasn’t a pleasant ride. I had a strong headwind, added with the long straight roads, blistering hot sun and steady flow of trucks.
When I finally reach Kaunas I made my way to the tourist information office where I met two cycle tourers from Australia. They were travelling from Helsinki to Rome, exactly the opposite way I had come. We agreed to meet later for a drink but they never turned up at the campsite. I think they had seen the storm closing in and opted for a hotel.
The campsite was a long way out of town and resembled a car park with a grass edge for tents. My rest day is looming and I’d like to reach Riga by Saturday.