Again we settled on another hard day with the wind coming in from the North West. This meant periods of cruising and talking and others of tucking in behind pat to stay out of the wind.
There is not too much to report with the scenery as Poland is so flat. Sometimes fields give way to forests, but when the wind picks up it feels more like a battle with it that anything else.
The first town, Sulecin, had a nice little park where we ate snacks. The R1 takes a meandering route towards it, but we just decided to push straight along the main road.
Our route took us over some hills that proved tough with the fatigue building up and the weight on my back. It was also past a huge army base with tanks overtaking us on the road.
Like yesterday we pushed the penultimate section hard taking us to the German border. After getting there a day earlier than expected we had way too much Zloty left over.
In Germany there was suddenly a beautifully paved dedicated cycle path through the empty countryside. Nothing much exists near the border until the town of Letschin, which has a hotel and a restaurant and little else.
After sitting down thinking we had made it finding out the hotel was full was confidence shattering. After doing over 100km into the wind just being told there is somewhere else 5km away hurt my legs.
Eventually we found a guesthouse after lots of weird looking wooden caravan offerings. These would have been fine but there was nowhere to eat, and the place we stayed offered us dinner.
What has been great about both Poland and Germany is how friendly everyone is despite the communication problems.
Berlin tomorrow.
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