Made it to Torun around 4:00 and decided to check out the town. Torun, the birthplace of Copernicus, is a beautiful place, and the best surviving example of Gothic architecture in Poland. It fortunately escaped destruction in World War II, and is very well preserved with many brick Gothic churches. The center was packed with Polish tourists, but few foreigners. Its a bit off the beaten path for most people.



After exploring the town had a delicious ham, cheese, and mushroom filled pancake covered with a mushroom based sauce for dinner. I've actually been impressed with Polish food, typical of Central European food it can be rather heavy, but it is more flavorful than I expected. Discovered a student bar offering beers for 4.5 zloty ($1.60!) and struck up a conversation with the bartender before being invited to join a group of Polish students. Two of them spoke excellent English, (in general the level of English among young people in Poland is good – much better than France!) and we hit it off and many cheap beers were consumed.
Having no particular destination in mind the next I got off to a bit of a late start. Finally encountered some decent roads as I headed east, well actually the roads were shit but there was very little traffic so I wasn't constantly in fear of my life. Central Poland is like Kansas, flat and boring. Didn't see so much as a hill the entire day, just endless farms and forests. Decided to camp for the night on a lake, the northeast of Poland is a nice region of lakes and forests. The camp site was a bit dilapidated and my neighbors were blasting AC/DC, but it did the job. Met a Polish trucker on vacation and we discussed the miserable state of Polish roads and Polish driving habits, in the past couple months he's lost three mirrors from other trucks in the opposite lane!
Woke up to an absolutely miserable morning. Luckily I was able to break camp before the torrential rain started. I decided to wait out the worst of it and took cover at campground store. At the table next to me a group of middle aged Poles were downing beers before moving on to vodka, at 8:00 in the morning mind you. The rain and thunderstorms only lasted an hour or so and I hit the road, stopping just before the Lithuanian border for breakfast. Two German riders were also there, and we got to talking about our trips. I usually like meeting other riders, but one of them came off as a bit off an asshole. When I mentioned Mongolia, he asked in a haughty, condescending tone, “with that bike?” Of course they both rode BMWs with massive metal pannier. Not sure I need a BMW and with a bunch of expensive metal from the Touratech catalog on it to have an adventure!
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