Day 13_ From Dömitz to Wittenberge

Day 13_  From Dömitz to Wittenberge

 

We saw: the real east side of  Germany where nothing has changed

We ate: besides our riding snack, nothing more interesting yet.

We pedaled: 54 Km

Our average speed: 18 Km/h

We slept: Germania Hotel, Wittenberge

 

On this day, we can gladly announce that we have completed over 500 Km. Wow! We arrived to Wittenberge but there is noting to say about this deserted town. Boring and sad.

We had a very calm ride, all flat and always along the Elbe river (as it will be for the rest of the trip before we cross over to Czech Republic). It was so smooth, so tranquil, so nice. It made me realize that I miss having some music on me to listen to, I miss music a lot. So, I sang, what the heck! Why not?  I have had the same song in my head since we started pedaling…….

"Bye, bye Ms. American pie, drove my Chevy to the Levy but the levy was dry..and good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing this will be the day that I die…." (I even saved a video of my performance. Please feel free to take a look. at the Picassa link)

 

While riding and singing, we saw more cows, more birds, and more fellow riders (confirming again that this is the sport for the aging ones).

 

On the other hand, somehow, as smooth as it was to ride today, I was in pain, a funny, almost tickling sort of pain. The type of pain whether you are not too sure whether it feels bad or actually feels good, the type of pain that when you change from one sitting position to another, or go up the stairs or down, or walk or talk or laugh or even think, makes you go: "Ahh!" Not "ayyayai". Not "it hurts". Not "f***ck", none of that…just "Ahh!" in a very high feminine tone with just enough volume for the person in front of you to hear it.

 

I must confess, it hurts everywhere along my body, plus after the 3 falls I have had so far, I looked like an abused woman, bruised all over. Bruises that become darker every day and get mixed up with the grease from the bike chain, so I look even dirtier. So yes, you would think that your butt hurts after so much riding but it hurts your butt, your arms, your wrists, your thighs, your knees, your feet, everything!!! Boris never complains, he is tough. (But he likes to get his feet massaged at night).

 

Anyhow, one day of complaining after 13 days, is not bad and I am sure this will be the only day of complaining because this trip is the nicest thing I have done in years to come. We are having so much fun and enjoying every minute. I can't wait until tomorrow we get back on our bikes and start pedaling again… even if it hurts some more.

 

VIKA