The travel bubble. That’s how I have been talking about it.
It seems to me that we all live in these bubbles of stuff and relationships. The bubble is dynamic. It changes size when you leave the house and engage in anything that requires “doing,” any activity requiring a verb. The bubble expands to include those on the journey with you. So, in essence, Lynette and I took four bags, two daypacks and a couple of helmets in a travel bubble that bounced around the Czech Republic for about five weeks exploring, discovering, and enjoying it all.
One of the cool things that I have mentioned is that because of the nature of travel, this bubble of stuff and relationship actually gets very small and manageable for a while. If you only have one pair of biking short liners, that is all you have, and you must adjust to it. Other objects, silly things really, become reliable partners. On our trip to Vienna, I had one, green plastic bottle that I filled with water and carried on the back of the bike the whole way. On this trip, I had one white, plastic bag labeled “Cesky Raj” that I used to hold my tennis shoes, which had bags of vitamins stuffed in them before packing.
The world shrinks. And, if you take a bike tour in the middle of a larger trip, the world shrinks even more.
Familiarity of routine, the packing of the panniers, the loading of the bike, the hours of joyful riding, a bowl of soup for lunch, more riding, the penzion, the shower, the swapping of clothing and airing of riding shorts, and the exploration of the town, become a welcome revolution of the day. It just doesn’t get any better. The bubble is small, the world large, and the world takes on a liquid, ethereal quality.
And in that smallness, there is also an elemental puzzle to solve. The fundamentals of moving from place to place are not just a problem for the wheels of the bike. Like everything, there are many paths from which to choose. And with the right frame of mind, you get where you are supposed to be. Lynette and I find this kind of travel so satisfying.
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We had to leave the Czech. Our time was up. Our ticket came due. Oleh had helped us before he left by arranging for a cab to pick us up at 5:30 am for a 9 am flight. He thought it was too early, but we like to be prepared. We got up around 4:15 and showered and packed and tried to leave the apartment as we had been told. It was dark outside. I locked the door and put the keys in the mail slot, and we walked out onto the street at 5:25. The cab was waiting. “Jack?” He asked.
Oleh said the ride should cost about 500 kc or about $20. The cabbie gave us a demonstration of professional driving, Czech style, on the empty streets of Prague, a final spin of excitement and efficiency. Just as Oleh said, the driver asked for 460 kc, but I gave him almost double. He was quite happy. I figured that I had saved money on the final hotel that I was going to book near the airport, and I was pleased that the cab ride went without a hitch.
We got a final Czech cappuccino. At seven I returned the hotspot to Vodaphone and got my deposit back. We proceeded through security and left on time, arriving in Copenhagen for a five hour wait for our connection. I don’t think I paid much attention to that wait when I booked the flight, but it was fine. Discovered that a beer, costing $1.25 in the Czech, costs $10 in Copenhagen-yikes. Flight went off without a hitch, and even though it wasn’t premier, we found the Norwegian 787 Dreamliner very comfortable, with three sets of three seats, and plenty of room for economy. Customs was a breeze-Global entry passed us easily, but there was a wait for luggage. Avis car was a pick up and go ($75 total with gas), and after a bleary eyed drive, we were home by 10 pm. We made use of the sleeping aids that Dr. Geiler and given us to help reshape our sleep, and all was well.
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So what happens when someone dumps a whole load of junk into your tiny, efficient bubble of travel? What happens when you come home, and now you have to fit everything you left behind back into your bubble of stuff and relationship? Growing pains. I am still trying to find my keys. But at least I am in the house. This will pass.
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I finally got around to weighing myself after the trip. Ironically, with all the food porn, with all the meat and cheese and beer and dumplings and brats, I lost five pounds. I don’t understand. I figure we actually rode bikes ten to twelve days, about thirty five miles a day. But the Garmin and Strava indicated a minimal extra amount of caloric expenditure. We were sure on the trip that the electronics were not taking into account the fifty pounds of gear in the panniers, or the effect of the wind upon our efforts, but still. It seems like a lot of weight to lose when one isn’t even trying.
Clearly, the best defense against putting on the pounds is to get out and BE the verb. Indeed, while we were trying to be low-impact at Oleh’s and he was sick, we were out of the apartment early. He laughed and said that he would get up and we would be gone. And, I’m still laughing about him not really knowing when we were coming back to Prague from Dresden. The line that for all he knew, “…you were riding to Mexico” still makes me laugh.
In truth, too, I’m pretty proud of us. Really, when we left I had a place booked for one night, and a car rented for a couple of weeks. The rest was faith-based travel and the kindness of our good friends in the Czech. Ha, the hotels for the road trip to Mikulav and Cesky Krumlov were done at the breakfast table at Alena and Milan’s in Nachod. Oleh set up our trip to Dresden, but we worked it out on the way back. We did great. And, I’m really proud of Lynette. It’s not easy being at someone else’s house, no matter how hospitable they are. (And everyone was sooo kind to us.) Lynette went along with all the vague plans I laid out, and I think ultimately she got just as much joy out of the adventure as I did.
Thanks to all who helped.
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I’m still in shock about tour groups. I get these flyers all the time from Viking Cruises, or Gate1, advertising this trip or that trip. And, they look so GOOD! But, being there and watching the tours flow, well, it looked awful. To be clear, I am not a tour group Luddite; we enjoy a city tour or a castle tour now and then. But, the idea of being with the same group of people, following someone with a raised umbrella or a stick with your group number on it, well, it just looked awful.
I noticed that even in our little Food Tour, the last thing that we did, we started to acquire the same annoying tour group habits-blocking sidewalks, getting in the way, ignoring the needs of others. It just seems inescapable. Hopefully, we can keep our trips specific and with only the tour chunks that we want at the time we want them.
Indeed, one of the grandest things about this area of the world is the outdoor cafes. I don’t know how you can be in a tour group of fifty people and really experience anything small scale. Certainly, the penzion experiences we had would not be possible.
So, I’ve said my piece. Carpe Diem. Keep the trips going, independently, as long as possible.
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A final word about our two days with Fabian, Lynn, and Yaron. I got an email from Fabian clarifying that Lynn’s mother is Sigrid, a kind poster on the blog comments. Fabian indicated that they were even getting stronger, having done a record 70 km in a day-terrific. He suggested that we do a bike trip from Dresden to Hamburg to Copenhagen, and that sounds just great to us, time willing. They really seemed like such wholesome great people.
We went to dinner last night at Yellow Belly, our local, neighborhood outdoor place, about the closest thing we have to our Czech experience, and I fooled around trying to capture little Yaron and the bike experience. I’ll include the drawings, just to make sure there are some graphics in this posting. All fun. (This stick figure thing is so funny for me. I’m astonished whenever I draw something and it comes out.)
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So, I’ll end this adventure and wonderful trip with my favorite photo at the John Lennon Wall. And, I’ll see what I can do to fill in other missing parts of the adventure later on. In the meantime, make stories.