We rode about 102 km in 11 hours on the first day (though measuring it accurately is a pain in the ass, 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 even here a couple of weeks ago. Despite the crisis, area improvements continue. (This is at Svente, near the Akmeni farmstead)
Sometimes we have to ride through this kind of stuff too. And here you are talking about heat and drought.
Punk is literally getting contorted sideways by roads like these.
Our swamps are beautiful.
And plentiful.
We've got oaks too.
And they command respect.
This is us in Šēdere, having brutally wandered off completely in the wrong direction.
And all because we were looking for a lake.
Somebody bothered to throw this down to cross the puddle. In fact, just barely marked ruts across the fields lead here. At first it wasn't clear why. We went this way because we were looking for a road that Bing Maps showed us. We didn't find that road, but we found this one. By the way, Bing uses Navteq maps, and Google uses Tele Atlas. The former also show 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, for animal watching.
It feels like the tree on the right was struck by lightning. The branches are burnt up close, by the way.
At first the geese attacked us aggressively, but I didn't have time to take a picture. They ran away when Punk rode up and braked sharply - got scared of the sound.
It's nighttime outside, but we don't care - we just keep on riding.
As for Punk, he's in no hurry at all.
We reached Subate already at night, and brazenly pitched our tent right within the town limits, behind an unfinished bathhouse.
It's nice in Subate, you could live here.
There are all sorts of ancient baznīcas.
The main square is called the "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 plaque on the signpost says that the park was built with money from a Dutch foundation.
My GPS died, and we were riding home purely by guesswork, since I don't carry paper maps around with me. But we still stumbled upon a lake - lucky us. In general, we swim in every lake if we can find an approach, provided the water isn't completely swampy.
Punk is happy.
At Lake Sasaļu, it straight up looks like the aftermath of a hurricane.
The lake is a nature reserve for a reason - there's a crayfish sitting right by the shore, you could just grab it with your bare hands.
People don't give a shit about anything though - they bring garbage in their cars and leave it behind. Here's another reason why cars should be banned. You can't drag that much trash on foot or on a bike. And you wouldn't leave it either, because you know its true cost.
This is us taking a wrong turn again. Further on we climbed into a swamp, then a forest, dragging the bikes on ourselves. Had to turn back, alas, there was no road further, not even on foot.
Overall - everything is awesome.