Bike ride to Poland and back
Wednesday, September 11th, 2024 10:12 pmAt the end of my coast-to-coast cycle ride in the UK eleven years ago, my parents met me at Tynemouth, and my father offered to give me a lift home. I considered declining, as I had just done 92½ miles, and if I cycled back to their place, I'd achieve my first century (to use the cricketing term). But then I considered that it would be uphill, which I would be finding very difficult by then, and would involve cycling in the countryside without street lights as night fell, so chose to accept the lift.
I went on to spend the next ten years regretting this choice. Last year, it occurred to me I ought to do something about it, as I wouldn't be physically capable of such a long ride indefinitely, as I grow older—something that would be borne out when foolishly pressing on despite knee pain during a sixty-mile ride earlier this year crippled my left knee for a whole two months, and during the course of trying to find out why it was taking so long to heal, I discovered I have arthritis. However, in the end, I decided to give it a go, with the expectation that I might have to abort the ride and take the train back if my knee wasn't up to it (which is why I made no mention of it here or Facebook in advance).
For this ride, I chose to cycle from my home in Berlin to (the closest point in) Poland and back. The border is (since Stalin moved Poland one hundred miles west in 1945) the river Oder:
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I did it!( View photo )
You can tell I'm in Poland, can't you? (If it's not obvious, every single sign here is in German, not Polish, and the building has the name Oder Center Berlin.)( View photo )
Actually, the real clue is the shop selling fireworks. Berlin on New Year's Eve is like a war zone; in an attempt to do something about this, the authorities only permit fireworks to be sold for the three days immediately beforehand (and if the shops sell out, tough). The response of Berliners to this is to nip across the border and stock up on fireworks. The response of the Poles is clearly to sense a market opportunity.
Because this was a little short of fifty miles from home, I continued on a bit, passing through the village of Stary Kostrzynek (Alt-Küstrinchen in German), which allowed me to see somewhere more Polish than this faux Germany. It had some half-timbered houses, but also looked rather run-down.
Factlet I wouldn't have discovered had I not entered Poland this way: In Poland it is legally compulsory for cars (and, presumably, bikes) to have their lights on at all times.
Poland's westernmost point:
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A reminder that this is a Catholic country:( View photo )
Federal Republic of Germany 1 km:( View photo )
Back to Germany:( View photo )
Meanwhile, back in Germany, this monument marks the place where His Majesty King Friedrich Wilhelm IV of Prussia had breakfast whilst out hunting on 23 January 1841. I'd boggle and say who the hell cares, but clearly people did. The communists, however, didn't, and uprooted the stone, breaking it into two pieces. After the fall of communism, it was reinstalled.( View photo )
Total bike ride length: 100 miles (160 km) plus loose change; duration: twelve and a half hours. Streetlights in the capital regained before it got dark, and though the ascent west from Bad Freienwalde made both my knees hurt, they didn't get any worse during the rest of the ride, and are already mostly recovered.