Tag Archives: Towns

Lithuania connection.

It’s been hot and humid for the past few weeks, and I’m riding on a shirt; I know it’s risky, but then… what isn’t? Every day in our lives we’re deciding, mostly without realizing it, which pleasures we’re willing to … Continue reading

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Sejny, border lands

Chance has had it so that, aiming for a secondary border crossing to Lithuania from Bialystok (where I stayed the last few days), I ended up in the small town of Sejny (ten kilometres away from the Baltic country) the … Continue reading

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Catching the Polish soul.

Driving in Poland is something of a challenge for which we, riders, must maximize carefulness; in every sense. Despite having a vast railroad network reaching every corner and village in the country, when this nation got out of the socialist … Continue reading

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Memento mori.

Poysdorf is just a border town with a considerable road traffic, as it lies on the main route between Viena and Brno (these four letters are not an abbreviation for Barcelona, but a Czech city called like that, Brno, silly … Continue reading

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The good land.

Only two chapters back I said that Germany is a boring country, but obviously that is not necessarily true. Actually, once I recharged batteries thanks to my long stay in Bamberg, the day I finally carry on the journey turns … Continue reading

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The outermost Álava.

. En el último capítulo de la serie Vasconia en dos ruedas castigué al lector con una soporífera ración de historia, y hoy quiero regalarlo con un episodio más pictórico y digerible: vamos a viajar en moto por una de … Continue reading

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Journey to nowhere. Storm.

The sky is threatening rain since noon, and I can’t blame anyone but myself for the soaking. But let’s not go ahead of time. I depart from Chiomonte (where I’ve stayed overnight) without any hurry for leaving behind the Piedmont, … Continue reading

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The great fortress.

When Napoleon occupied Cherasco, after several defeats upon the Piedmontese, one of his conditions for granting them the armistice was the demolition of the Exilles fortress, an impregnable emplacement too dangerous to be left on foot. It is said that its … Continue reading

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