I had to fix one last thing on my bike in the morning, at the workshop so we didn’t get away untill eleven o’clock. Our goal was the Tatra mountains or further down, depending on the mood and weather. The way out of Krakow was, as always in big cities, a struggle between cars and trucks. Soon we got away on the highway heading south. We didn’t go to Zakopane but to a lake with a small castle close to the Slovakian border. It was beautiful but over crowded with Polish tourists. So we skipped the castle tour and just had a short break with a snack. 

After entering Slovakia we found ourself driving on some very sweet small roads with nice bends. And hardly any traffic. The air smelled woods and mountains but it sometimes rained. Sometimes even quite heavily. So Kim got to try out if the new boots he got in Krakow was waterproof. And yes there were.

We hadn’t booked any hotel in the Tarta mountains. We passed some very nice pensions but at the end we needed up in the Royal Palace. It was the biggest hotel with a breathtaking view. But we were the only tourists. After a while we understood that the place was a sanatorium of some kind. The beds were bad, hardly any water in the shower and no coffee in the morning. Well it was cheap.

The whole place is all about hiking in the summer and skiing in the winter. So I would like to come back to ski, Kim to go hiking.