I should be writing about Turkey, but instead I'm going on bike rides. Guess I haven't ridden enough yet. We accidentally rode exactly 100 km and 6 meters today, with 20 of them on dirt roads. We were moving for 6.14, so our average speed was 16 km/h, and the whole ride took a whopping 9 hours. I realized that after Turkey I'm not afraid of anything – I can ride all day from morning till evening. By the way, we saw the oil storage facilities in Ilūkste. Also, an angry young lady at the freight train station angrily kicked us out, threatening to call the police.
How we rode
By the way, we were only planning to ride to Ilūkste and back (maybe 50 kilometers max), but my restlessness led us all the way to Šēdere, and then past Svente.
There, a business-like kid of about 10 on an ancient bicycle thoroughly interrogated me about the purpose of our visit, and how much my bike cost. First, of course, he asked my name and introduced himself as Arthur. Then he complained that Šēdere was ugly, even though I told him the exact opposite. He also sensibly informed us that it usually gets dark around 9. We had plenty of time, even though Šēdere turned out to be completely out of the way, and too close to the border.
In the evening, a muscle in my leg started hurting near the knee – weird. I rode around Turkey for a week – everything was fine, but here in my homeland – it seized up right away.
There is no GPS track of the route, due to the fact that the iPhone has a crappy GPS receiver.
National treasure. The punk and anarchist took a picture because there's resin flowing there, but it's hard to see here
A pond near the school
Kids probably have a good time growing up here. But I shy away from such forgotten places – I like civilization
Small swamp