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Observations of National Differences

I’m writing the blog entry this time (I being Keith) – just to keep my typing skills alive … and have a little rant or two … Throughout our trip so far (6,800kms to date but currently halted, but more on that below) cycle-paths have been a regular (if not constant) bone of contention between Tamar & I. That might seem odd since we’re touring on a bike and surely cycle-paths would be a good thing, but have you any idea how many countries seem to think that if any manner of cycle-path is provided, that therefore means that bikes should be banned from the nearby piece of road? A very worrying number of nations now have signs up banning bikes from normal roads where they have a bike lane nearby, and if that government trend catches on in the UK – we’re all stuffed and may as well sell our bikes now.

You may have noticed that our bike isn’t the most nimble of machines (see picture of bike complete with new BOB trailer which is behaving well after 1,000 kms so far) – it’s not your average racer or mountain-bike after all and when it comes to bouncing it up & down kerbs, and getting it around various bits of street furniture on the pavement, at speed, it gets really frustrating having to use these cycle-paths when all you’re trying to do, is get some decent distance covered in a reasonable amount of time. If you want safe routes for 10 year olds to cycle to school on, or for various folk to ride their bikes to the shops on, then cycle-paths are great, but in my opinion, when you’re wanting to get somewhere with a fully loaded touring tandem – committing yourself to a cycle-path, can be a risky business – it’ll end somewhere unexpected, or expect you to cross to the other side of the street at whim, or get you to stop at every T-junction you go past. All in all, your passage is much more hampered than that of the car travelling in the road just next to you … where you used to be allowed to ride your bike.

Since leaving home in April, in the UK cycle-paths were regularly hopeless, but yet we did follow quite a few of them. We had to strip our bike of luggage and lift the entire kit above our heads to get it through anti-motorbike gates at least 3 or 4 times and even just the chicane type gates, are normally built much too close to each other to be able to get through with a tandem (even without a trailer).

In France, a number of the long distance trails were actually very good, and being built on either disused railway lines, or on top of river flood defence dikes, they ran really well and allowed you to keep a good speed going, but in town-centres, where they put you up & down kerbs, and round lamp-posts and flower-pots and other street furniture, they were just a nightmare. But in one small town, where I wasn’t using the cycle-path (for the very reasons above), at a set of traffic lights (where I’d stopped at the red light!!) a policeman jumped out of his car behind us, ran up to us and gesticulated that we should be on the cycle-path up on the pavement. I was fuming with the copper, and Tamar was fuming with me for fuming at the copper. I was back on the road 5 minutes later.

In Austria, the drivers were terribly polite and wouldn’t overtake you until they could see that the road ahead was clear for at least 5km – but this inability to overtake safely & swiftly, led to traffic sometimes building up behind us and not everybody delayed, would be polite. And of course when we first arrived in Austria we had the conversation with the driver who told us that it would be better for us if we weren’t on the road as we might not hear him approaching in his hybrid car – surely the road is big enough for both of us?

Slovakia & Hungary both had stretches of normal road, where bikes were banned as they had provided a bike-path, but every now and then the bike path would swap to the other side of the road so you’d have to stop, cross over, and then work really hard to get the bike back up to cruising speed – and sections were often quite badly affected by tree roots and rough surfaces are not going to prolong the life of our bike or the wheels on the bike.

The Czech Republic started off quite good where a number of the roads had a healthy size of well-surfaced hard-shoulder, but where they did have cycle-paths running along the pavement, every time the cycle-path met a side-road or gateway to an industrial unit, the cycle-path just stopped. There was one long section of road however where bikes were banned and we had to use the cycle-path for about 20 or 30km, where it was a mix of dedicated cycle-path and part round the back-streets of about 4 or 5 villages with kids playing football on the streets and parents teaching their little kids to ride their bikes on the cycle-paths, while we’re trying to maintain 20 to 25kph and cover 100kms in the day. Poland didn’t bother with either – hard-shoulder or bike-path.

And in all of the countries, direction signage on cycle-paths has been really poor, so if you want any-way decent signage, you need to be on the road with the main traffic.

Either way – when you see the way that UK local authorities boast about how many miles of cycle-path they have created, if we (as cyclists) are not careful, it won’t be long before they force us to use them, regardless of how good, bad, safe (or more frequently dangerous) they are.

Anyway … rant over … sorry!!

Other national differences

Supermarkets are great, but every time you move to a different country, even though you go back to the same retailer, there’s no telling what they’ll have on the shelves. When we left France, we didn’t see their supermarkets again until we got to Poland (Carrefour, InterMarche & Auchan). Lidl has been a great constant in many countries, but now that we have arrived in Serbia, we may have seen our last Lidl. And Lidl as it happens, are quite up-market in a number of countries, with in-store bakeries & all sorts – and fresh croissants for about 25p!! The whole way through France we hardly ever ate a croissant as they were too expensive at nearly €1 each, but we had croissants with breakfast nearly every day in Germany & Austria courtesy of Lidl. Where we were staying in Poland, there was a supermarket called “Biadronka” (means Ladybird in Polish) just across the street, but it’s definitely a few notches down from Lidl. Tesco have reappeared with supermarkets & hypermarkets in many towns in the Czech Republic, Poland, Slovakia & Hungary and it’s remarkable how many items they sell with the standard English language front label on, but on the back of the packet, there’ll be a stuck-on panel with usage instructions in the local language. The Tesco hypermarket in Poland, had given the whole side of one normal aisle, to vodka!! … same amount of space as you’d normally see given to wine. And in France, standard muesli was really expensive and actually hard to find, but Lidl is the most reliable for muesli, with a 1kg bag for about £1.50. Beer has been quite cheap in all countries since we got to Germany, but for a drink with our dinner in the evening, we prefer a bottle of wine but we’ve tried to set a budget of about £2.00 for a bottle which has actually been quite easy to stick to as there are actually quite a few bottles in that range which taste quite good – Lidl’s Vin-de-Pays D’Oc Merlot has been a very reliable tipple for about £1.70. Yet while beer & wine have got cheaper & cheaper, fruit juice just gets more & more expensive – in any supermarket since France, it’s almost impossible to get a litre of fruit juice for less than €1.

Czech solar panels

Solar panels or use of solar power has been very interesting through the different countries. France was a bit like the UK, where some houses have 4, 6 or 8 panels on their roof, but it’s still a bit unusual. The Germans however have a very different approach and it’s clear that it’s a government initiative as loads of big buildings and especially farm buildings have the entire roof covered in panels – by a long way, Germany was the country making the most of solar energy. Austria as a bit more like France & UK, while in the Czech Republic we saw fields that had been given over to the harvesting of solar energy – the field would be FULL of south pointing panels (see photo) angled at about 45o and some of the fields would also have sheep or cows in, so double purpose and the animals also get shaded from the sun! Since the Czech Republic, solar panels have been fewer and further between and more unusual the further east we travel.

And when talking about the sun – do you know what way sunflowers face when they are growing? We have observed (and actually it’s the same in every country, no national differences) that sunflowers face the morning sun, thus face east! Bet you didn’t know that!! Amazing what you discover when you’re travelling.

There were hydro-electric power stations on the Rhine between Germany & Switzerland about every 20kms or so and similarly on the German & early Austrian part of the Danube, but since mid-Austria, very few, although there is a very large hydro-electric station just beyond Bratislava in Slovakia just before the Danube passes into Hungary. The French who get over 70% of their electricity requirements from nuclear power, have at least 3 nuclear power stations along the Loire (a nuclear power station needs lots of water for cooling the reactors and for turning into steam to drive the turbines to make the electric) and the Swiss have one nuclear installation along their stretch of the Rhine (which we were told creates twice the amount of electricity as the 12 hydro-electric stations on the same stretch. Austria started to build a nuclear power station on the Danube but before completion there was an election and a change of government with an election promise of a referendum on the nuclear station – the people got their referendum and voted against, so build stopped and now they have what looks like a nuclear power station, but it doesn’t produce any power!! Governments – who’d ‘ave ‘em, eh??? Apparently we’ve yet to see the biggest dam on the Danube, built on a massive scale between Serbia & Romania in the 60’s & 70’s. Beside, is a picture of the Austrian hydro-electric power station at Ybbs with the barrage spanning the full width of the river.

Ybbs hydro-electric power station

Recycling facilities for travelling folk differ wildly from one country to the next, or the ease of use of the facilities. France was fairly straight-forward with lots of various containers for lots of different types of items, all clearly marked with nice pictures and a bin beside them for everything else. In Germany, the facilities were similar to France, but plastic bottles had a deposit paid at the point of purchase so you had to bring them back to the shop afterward and feed the bottles into a machine that would issue you with a ticket that could then be used as part-payment at the till. Some other countries had a similar system of deposit, but this time for glass bottles, but that doesn’t include wine bottles. Other countries (such as Hungary) have lots of recycling bins, but no nice pictures so you have to guess what goes where. So when we’re having our dinner in the evening, we have to decide how to split up our rubbish – cardboard separate from plastic, or all bunged into a bag? And tetrapaks separate for recycling, or rubbish? Not easy being a fully ecological traveller!!

I think we allowed ourselves our first beers in a bar, about 1 week into France and they cost about €3 each – and that was just in a village pub. By the time we’d reached Bratislava (capital city of Slovakia, last country on our route to use Euros) we were able to enjoy beers in a bar in the heart of the tourist district for €1.20 (but we had a bag of crisps in the same bar and it cost €2). In Budapest, we found a bar showing the Tour de France (after we asked them nicely) but their beer was the equivalent to nearly €2.50, yet just 30kms south of the city, the same glass of Soporoni was just less than €1.

Campsite fees for two people with a tent & a bike for one night, have varied quite a lot. England & Scotland were about £12 to £14. Republic of Ireland was actually quite expensive at around €20, while France had the cheapest (yet one of the nicest) at €6 but most were in the €12 to €15 bracket. Germany was a bit more expensive but also had the most expensive so far at €24 for one night in a nothing more than average site in Regensburg. In Budapest (where it was raining as we arrived) we managed to haggle a room in an apartment for two nights at just €20 per night, yet now (for reasons I’ve not yet mentioned) we’re in Novi Sad in Serbia paying €25 per night for a room in a hostel – and Novi Sad isn’t quite the international metropolis that Budapest is. But our budget couldn’t stick having to pay campsite fees every night, so as mentioned in previous blog entries, we camp wild about two-thirds of the time. And most campsites these days have wi-fi access somewhere on the campsite (normally in the vicinity of the reception).

Friendliness of folk on the street differs remarkably as well and how the people react to seeing us on our somewhat unusual bike. The Irish were probably the most vocal … or noisy … about their support for our bike as at least one in ten cars & trucks would hoot their horn (in a supportive fashion) at us, or cheer at us as we went past. The French were great too and we probably got most smiles from them, but just about every French person that we went past would say ‘Bonjour’ to us, and if somebody walked past us while we were having our bread & cheese lunch, they would bid us ‘Bon-appetite’ ! The difference from France to Germany was stark as so few Germans would allow themselves to react to our presence. In supermarket car-parks in France, people would come up and chat to us if they were interested in the bike, but in Germany, they would just look, but not approach us. The Czech people were 2nd best to the French. In Czech, the word for an informal “Hi” is “Ahoy”, and there are actually lots & lots of cyclists in the Czech Republic, and every one of them would greet us with a very hearty “Ahoy” as we went past – it was just like being aboard a pirate-ship! The Hungarians & Croatians were also friendly, with an almost Irish use of car-horns in support of us. An interesting number of big bikers (leather-clad Harley-Davidson types) also give us the thumbs-up as they pass us by (to the extent that Tamar is threatening to put some leather tassels on my handlebars in keeping with theirs), and many truckers do the same.

The cars that we see on the roads haven’t changed a great deal as we’ve crossed Europe. True, there’s nobody quite like the French when it comes to driving cars built in their own country, but for the most part, the cars on the street have been very similar to those at home in the UK. As we’ve moved into the former eastern bloc countries, we have seen more old eastern cars, but still plenty of new cars the same as you’d see in the UK, and I guess it could be said that there were a lot more Skodas (mostly new however) in the Czech Republic and in Slovakia (Skoda is Czech manufactured). The largest number of Trabants (East Germany’s answer to the Volkswagen Beetle & now sarcastically used as an icon of great communist engineering) however, have been seen in Hungary. I think there’s a certain irony that Trabants were built in the factory in eastern Germany that used to make the premium car brand (Horch) that became one of the four which merged post-WWII to form the Audi Auto Union. Beside, is a photo of a Horch car.

A Horch car

Finding water for drinking has been different in the many countries, but seems to be getting more difficult as we get further east. In France, Germany & Austria it was quite easy as most towns & villages had a tap somewhere, but when passing through Croatia, it was the first time we had to stop and ask some locals for water. We try to leave it till late in the day to get sufficient water for our dinner & breakfast, but on occasion we’ve bought it in the supermarkets, but that is far from easy, as you have first to work out which is carbonated and which is not, then which is flavoured and which is not, and now it seems that some countries sell bottled boiled water, which tastes really rather nasty!


Update on Location (as at Friday 29th July 2011)

We’re now in Novi Sad, 2nd city of Serbia, having passed through Slovakia, Hungary & Croatia over the last week or so. But we’re stuck here now for the next 4 or 5 days as we wait for a part to be sent to us once again. This time the necessary part is a complete new frame for the bike. It broke on Wednesday night as we pedalled up a hill into a forest looking for a place to put our tent for the night and while we heard the noise at the time, we couldn’t see what had broken. So Thursday morning, we came back down the same hill (at reasonable speed) with only one tube of the frame (instead of two) holding the front half & the back half of the bike together. With the way the bike was behaving we knew something wasn’t quite right but we couldn’t spot what, as when we would get off the bike to check it over, the location of the crack would close up, but then open up again when we put our weight on it. When we rode into Novi Sad, when stopped at some traffic lights, I looked down at the frame at the angle necessary to see the break in the frame, so some phone calls later, we now have a new complete frame making its way to us. So when it arrives, I’ll have to get all my spanners out and build up the new bike from the old.

Good fun this travelling lark!!

Passau to Poland (24 June – 9 July)

The Danube cyclepath from Passau to Vienna gives the choice of travelling on either the north or south bank of the river. We opted to leave Passau on the north bank, prolonging our stay in Germany by around 25km and making it relatively late in the day when we entered Austria and started looking for suitable wild campsites. The river at this point snakes its way in a tight S-bend through steeply sided forested hills and it’s only possible to cycle on the south bank, so we crossed over. It wasn’t looking very promising for sneaky campsites, but was looking stunningly pretty and good for a panoramic photo if only we could be bothered to walk up to the viewpoint several hundred metres above us. We’d stopped to have some sweets and discuss the matter when a man came over to chat to us. Our first Austrian admirer….we thought. Unfortunately, after luring us in with a few questions about the bike, he launched into a moan about cyclists being on the road and getting in the way of his car, which he told us was a hybrid and then went on to say that as his car very quiet it would be the cyclist’s problem if they didn’t hear him coming and thus got hit when they weaved around in front of him. In as friendly a manner as we could muster we said we felt there was enough space for cars and cyclists on the road if each showed a little consideration for the other, and then escaped his company before things got heated. It wasn’t clear whether he had seen us cycling and had taken issue with us personally (surely not!), or whether it was just a general rant about the (admittedly numerous) other cycle tourists in the area. It was a minor thing really but the first few km in a new country always unsettle me as I try to work out how the locals perceive cyclists, and I’m always especially sensitive in the evenings when looking for a sneaky campsite. My opinion of Austria improved immeasurably though in the following days as we met lots of far friendlier people.

After the beautiful S-bend section, in a village called Aschach we went to the fishing and boat-building museum which was next to the small tourist info office where we struck up conversation with the lady working there. It turned out she was Czech by birth but had escaped when she was 20 (in the early 70’s) by taking a holiday in Yugoslavia which included a coach trip to Venice, where she simply walked away from the rest of her group with just the clothes she stood in, little money, and no Italian language skills. She ended up in Germany, where she met and married her husband, and they then settled in Austria, but it was a very long time before she was able to see her Czech family again. It was an incredible story, told in such an unassuming way by this otherwise very ordinary but very courageous woman.

Pedalling on, we arrived in Linz to discover the main square had been rigged with a stage and lighting ready for a free classical concert. What a treat! We drank wine in the drizzly rain and lost ourselves in the gorgeous Bruckner symphony. We spent two nights at the Linz campsite to avail ourselves of the free wifi and catch up with the world…and the second night there proved to be a very sociable affair as our French friends Stephanie and Fabrice arrived along with a French tandem couple who they had struck up a friendship with, and then a Slovak family set up camp next to us en route to visit relatives in Paris. There was also a Czech family who we would see several times of the coming days as we made our way to Vienna, and finally Herman from Bavaria who we’d met in Donaueschingen rolled in.

The next day, refreshed, we hit the road again and embarked on what would prove to be one our most challenging days…perhaps not physically, but certainly emotionally. A short detour up a steep hill past some quarries brought us to Mauthausen concentration camp, which has been maintained as a memorial to the people who were incarcerated and killed there. Many of the huts have been pulled down, but the main wall and gates, some examples of the huts, and, most distressingly, the gas chamber and crematorium remain. Despite having seen films and read about the camps, to actually stand there, in the sunshine, with an audioguide matter-of-factly telling you the most appalling things, was even worse than I thought it would be. It was hard to maintain composure but thankfully dark sunglasses and not too many other tourists meant it was possible to find some privacy in which to try to absorb what had happened, and wonder how it had been allowed to happen, and what might still be happening today around the world and to what extent one country can and should interfere in the running of another.

Mauthausen

The horrors of Mauthausen occupied our minds for many kilometres and it was a relief to put a night’s sleep between it and us, and to enjoy some more light-hearted entertainment the next day in Ybbs where we went to the Museum of Bicycles and saw some fabulous machines with sabres, guns or hosepipes attached according to profession. There were some early alternatives to the Dog Dazer sonic device that some cyclists will be familiar with, starting with the special ornate sticks clipped onto the penny farthings for the specific use of fending off errant canines, and then there was an advert for some bangers to throw at the more persistent offenders, and finally a tiny pistol for deterring the really determined dog.

Ybbs Bicycle Museum

Other Austrian highlights before Vienna were the beautiful Rococo interior of Wilhering Church, the Benedictine Abbey at Melk (which we couldn’t afford to enter, but which had an useful drinking water fountain outside it that we sneakily washed our hair in) and the picturesque villages in the vineyards between Spitz and Krems where we found not only some good wine-tasting but also a local distiller who let us taste his delicious wares (extensively) and told us about different distillation techniques and the different taste imparted to whisky that’s been distilled in a fruit still rather than a grain still.

We also came across another Pino tandem (a Spanish couple with their children) and Keith went all ‘hunter-gatherer’ and climbed a tree at the side of the road to pilfer cherries for our dessert that evening (further down the road in the Czech Republic he expanded his pilfering to apples and plums…again from roadside trees rather than orchards…and made a compote which was delicious on our muesli). We also had our wildest wild campsite to date. The steep-sided vine-covered slopes near Spitz were at first glance not offering us much cover. The cyclepath ran on the narrow strip of flat land between the river and terraced vineyards, and was trapped between a railway line and a busy road. Poring over the map we saw a small stream snaking down the hillside with a road next to it and we hoped this would be the least steep route up out of the village and away from the vineyards. Whilst it probably was the least steep route, but was by no means flat. We sweated and groaned and eventually pushed the bike until we were a kilometre or so out of the village, in a woodland that had a flattish glade in it and was hidden from the road. Happy with our efforts we threw down the picnic blanket and cooked up dinner. As darkness descended we saw a couple of fireflies among the trees. Over the next ten minutes more and more appeared until the glade was a magical fairyland with dozens of tiny lights suspended in the air and flitting in and out between the trees. We watched, spellbound, until it became uncomfortably cold and we folded away the blanket and put the tent up in its place. Full of food and still smiling from the beautiful display, we went to bed and slept soundly until 2am when I was woken by footsteps outside the tent. I listened, holding my breath, yes, it was definitely footsteps…over on Keith’s side and getting closer. I prodded Keith. He sat up, rummaged carefully for our super-bright front light (good for blinding intruders) and reached over to open the tent….at which point my sleep-fuddled brain finally worked out that there were no lights outside the tent and most people would not be walking around the woods without some sort of light (unless they had a nightscope of course, but that only happens in novels, doesn’t it?). Keith stuck his head out of the tent, swung the torch and to my relief (but not surprise by then) confirmed there were three or four deer next to us. Of course, they’d all darted off by the time I got my head out, and I hope we didn’t upset their night-time browsing too much.

Back on the bike we approached Vienna along the man-made island turned nature park, the Donauinsel. This runs for about 20km through the city providing a green escape just minutes from the city centre, but we cut off it after 9km and followed a further cyclepath into the touristy part of the city where we headed to the info office to enquire about campsites. We also had a look at what there was to do and see in Vienna and to my delight discovered that Richard Thompson was playing that evening. Whoop! We pedalled off to find the campsite to set up camp before returning to the city for the evening. Locating the campsite started off easily enough, out of the city centre and across the Prater Park, a big green space with a fun fair, coffee bars, woodland areas and parkland. After that we had to find our way onto a bridge over the Danube and New Danube rivers. This is where it got a bit tricky. We could see the cyclists’ bridge suspended underneath the main road bridge, but with all the sliproads and minor roads and buildings in the way we just could not work out how to get on to it. Eventually we made it onto the cyclists’ bridge and rubbed our eyes in disbelief as a splendidly moustachioed chap on penny-farthing came pedalling towards us….what the….? We were then looking at an info board to try to find the campsite when a hand-cyclist pulled over to admire our bike. We, likewise, admired his, and he kindly led the way to a second bridge and the campsite, where our French friends and then the Czech family from the Linz campsite joined us over the course of the afternoon.

Queuing for the Richard Thompson gig that evening we struck up conversation with a chap from the Isle of Man, who’s been living in Vienna for a decade, and his friend who has been there about a year after spending time in Berlin. They were great company and after the excellent gig took us to a local micro-brewery where we enjoyed the fine beer and conversation immensely.

After a day sightseeing in Vienna we left the Danube for a while and head north through the Czech Republic to visit my sister in Poland. Our progress was slow as we kept finding interesting places to visit.

The part of the Czech Republic bordering Austria has been designated a Unesco site on account of the huge number of impressive castles and edifices built by the Liechtenstein family over the centuries, until they were evicted by the communists in 1945. So, despite having no Czech money with us, we planned to look round some interesting architecture, and also hopefully taste some Moravian wine. No such luck. The chateau tours would accept euros but were quite pricey and the Czech approach to wine tasting is very different to the French & Austrian. In Valtice they expect you to pay for each glass you taste. However, we did find a leaflet advertising the newly opened Museum of the Iron Curtain in what was the old border guard house, and that sounded rather good. So, after a dismal mooch round the outside of the chateau in the pouring rain, we pedalled over to the Museum of the Iron Curtain. We hadn’t had lunch, so before entering the museum we squatted, shivering, near their entrance, to gobble our bread and cheese lunch. We were just packing up and preparing to go in when three young people came out (two men dressed in guard uniforms and a woman in civvies) and asked if we wanted coffee. I could have kissed them. We explained we didn’t have Czech money, only euros, and they said that was fine and after making us coffee gave us a guided tour of the museum. I have to admit I didn’t take much of it in at first because one of the guards had a small, striped snake coiled below the flaps on the top of his hat, which he kindly let me carry round the museum (the snake not the hat), but once I tore my attention away from the snake it turned out to be a very interesting exhibition, especially the propaganda films used to encourage people to sign up to be border guards. It was a high-risk occupation being a guard: the electric fence they were guarding killed more guards than it did people trying to cross illegally. It was very high voltage through barbed wire and would arc unpredictably, killing deer (and people) up to 20m away. At the end of the tour our guides offered us some Moravian wine to taste (and kept re-filling our glasses) and as we chatted it turned out that only one of them actually worked there, the other two were friends of his visiting for the weekend who were meant to be cycling round Liechtenstein castles that day but were driven indoors by the torrential rain. They have invited us to spend a night with them on our way back from Poland as they live not far off our planned route. To top off an excellent afternoon, they refused to take any money for either the museum tour or the wine. What an excellent start to the Czech section of our trip.

After our sight-seeing & socialising we needed to put in some solid pedalling if we were to get to my sister Gin’s on time. We followed the Morava and Odra rivers up towards Ostrava near the Polish border. Despite trying to follow valleys it was still quite lumpy in places, with lots of short, steep, energy-sapping ups and downs where we crossed tributaries. We reached Poland early on Tuesday 5th July and made it to Gliwice that evening where we had an extravagant (for us) meal in the Rynek (town square) and then went to meet Gin when she finished work.

Four days later and we’re still in Gliwice, enjoying our time with Gin and her friends, two of whom hosted a lovely BBQ for us last night. We’re happily relaxing, sightseeing, chatting, drinking and eating, and catching up on a few chores like getting my hair cut, writing this blog and sorting out a few kit issues.

If you’ve been following this blog from the start you’ll know we’ve had a few problems with our trailer…so just in case you’ve been on tenterhooks to find out how it’s going, here’s an update on the tale of the wagging tail: Our second replacement arrived with us a couple of weeks ago, and at first seemed to be OK… there were a couple of wobbles but not the same uncontrollable wagging we’d experienced previously….but sadly this was not to last. Austrian shops are closed on a Sunday so on the Saturday we did a fairly big shop to get us through the weekend. The minute we left the supermarket, the trailer began to wag. We moved some stuff to the front panniers & rear rack. It still wagged. We moved more stuff. This toned down the wag enough that we could ride, but sadly, was not enough to restore our faith in the trailer as if it continued to fling itself about then it would only be a matter of time before the frame would break as it had done on the previous two occasions…and the whole point of the trailer was to try to keep weight off the tandem, which is already carrying plenty. With regret, we called the distributor and the shop where we’d originally bought the trailer and explained we were giving up on the “Extrawheel” trailer and asked if the shop could help us source a “Bob Yak” trailer, which they did, and which arrived with us in Gliwice yesterday. We still think the Extrawheel is a great idea, and think it would probably work very well on mountain-bike tours over rough surfaces as we never had a problem with it on non-tarmac roads and trails. The problem only arose when we were on smooth tarmac and, initially, with around 25kg of weight in the bags, although the amount of weight it could tolerate decreased as the frame weakened until only a few kilos would cause a wag. In any case we were carrying far less than the manufacturer’s recommended maximum of 35kg. So, now we have a Bob and are trying our best to like it. When researching trailers we chose the Extrawheel over the Bob because the Bob is heavier, doesn’t pack down as well (for instance for taking it on trains and planes or simply storing it), and has a 16” wheel which means we’ll need to carry yet another size of inner tube, (our tandem has a 26” rear and a 20” front wheel), and of course the Bob doesn’t automatically provide us with a rim, spokes and tyre that we can poach as required if the tandem’s rear wheel needs new parts (which is a very useful feature of the Extrawheel and one that we’re about to make use of as Keith has noticed that the rear rim of the tandem is cracking around the spoke eyelets). But I guess if the Bob can carry our kit and food without wagging itself to destruction every 2000km we’ll just have to overlook these shortcomings.