We rode about 102 km in 11 hours on the first day (you can't exactly measure this crap, to be honest) and 67 km on the second.
Day one
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Almost Crete in style. Too bad they didn't finish painting the rest.
Almost a cave in Sigulda.
These footbridges weren't here just a couple of weeks ago. Despite the crisis, landscaping continues. (This is at Svente, near the Akmeni farmstead)
Sometimes you have to ride through stuff like this too. And you say — heat, drought.
The punk gets twisted sideways from roads like these.
Our swamps are beautiful.
And numerous.
We've got oaks too.
And they command respect.
This is us in Šēdere brutally wandering off exactly where we shouldn't have.
And all because we were looking for a lake.
Someone bothered to throw this down to get across the puddle. Actually, there are just barely visible ruts across the fields leading here. At first it wasn't clear why. We went this way because we were looking for the road that Bing Maps showed us. We didn't find that road, we found this one. By the way, Bing uses Navteq maps, and Google uses Tele Atlas. The former also shows forest trails and ruts, meaning Bing is a hundred times better for us, which I didn't know before. The downside is that sometimes it lies and leads you into a windfall.
As it turned out, the road led right here. What this is, is hard for me to understand. Most likely, it's for watching animals.
It feels like the tree on the right was struck by lightning. The branches are charred up close, by the way.
Geese aggressively attacked us at first, but I didn't manage to take a picture. They ran away when the punk rode up and braked sharply - they got scared of the sound.
It's night outside, but we don't care - we just keep riding and riding.
The punk, he's in no hurry at all.
We reached Subate at night, and brazenly pitched our tent right within the town limits, behind an unfinished bathhouse.
It's cute in Subate, you could live here.
There are all sorts of ancient churches.
The main square is called "Market" square. You can tell right away it's an ancient settlement, and it hasn't changed much since the times of the Crusaders.
The sign on the post says that the park was built with money from a Dutch foundation.
My GPS died, and we rode home purely by guesswork, because I don't carry paper maps with me. But we still stumbled upon a lake - lucky. In general, we swim in every single lake, if we can find an approach, well, and if the water isn't totally swampy.
The punk is happy.
At Lake Sasaļu, it's straight up the aftermath of a hurricane.
The lake isn't a nature reserve for nothing - a crayfish is sitting right by the shore, you can just take it with your bare hands.
People, however, don't give a shit about anything — they bring their trash in cars and leave it behind. Here's another reason why cars should be banned. You can't lug this much trash on foot or on a bike. And you wouldn't leave it, because you know its true cost.
This is us driving the wrong way again. Further on we climbed into a swamp, then a forest, lugging our bikes on our backs. Had to turn back, alas, there was no road further even on foot.
Overall - everything is awesome.