OK here we go… We had the St Petersburg debacle and then we got in a hurricane of cities and countries. Now we are in Poland, land of the free… nice people. They like the Contal. They do not laugh as in Russia, they put their thumbs up and cheer. But the roads were not ‘nice’… The organisation somehow figured that we should not ride on ‘good’ roads do they went to look for every shitty road in Poland they could find. Jeeses… what a drama. We go from one broken tarmac to the other. I don’t see the purpose, but a rally is a rally. We don’t get to choose. Although Herman and I get sometimes very inventive… you know. But just at the moment I thought the rally was going to be downhill, our engine seemed to be loose ?! We noticed it in the  middle of the day… with 180 km to cover. So we did the distance on eggs!

But back at the hotel we undressed the Contal and tightened every bolt we could see or find. The vibrations and sounds were different today, so we have to find the reason why…

By the end of our day the hotel rooms were allocated but I think the organisation is taking my 8 day diarrhea has a reason to make them think they had to put me in a special room…