2026 - Our Rides in Words, Photos, Maps and Videos

Łódź Sigh(t)s :)
The third time in Łódź Heights this year!

Only a few of you might know our largest Poland's province of Mazovia with Warsaw was not Central Poland. The latter term is reserved to Land of Łódź, located at the intersection of N-S (A1) and E-W (A2) motorways and with a mighty railroad infrastructure.

My plan to complete the Łódź Heights Ultimate route under 5 hours gross (SUB 5) turned out to be infeasible because getting out of Łódź alone took almost an hour! Therefore, I switched my mindset to riding for pleasure and occasionally taking some pictures.

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You could see that tree in my previous Heights reports. Obviously, such things may only happen in Vodka :)

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Only now the Golden Polish Autumn is in its full bloom (as to say) :) (The arch in the trees had been made by lorries).

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I revisited all locations with funny geographical references. Here: the missing one, Podolia (a former historical area of Poland, now in Ukraine).

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Mighty railroad infrastructure. Here is how an ŁKA train looks like (Łódź Municipal Railway).

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In Ukraine again! :) (It was
cold on the ride, like 8 C, and you can see that!)

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Now, I could shoot nice takes of Łódź Heights in their full glory!

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Atop Snail Hill. Here, a 52 km ultramarathon by name of Autumn Jackal Festival. I made friends with the event photographer. He was encouraging any runner to use a patch of grass for better pictures, and he was telling them to actually
run. Most girls and boys already had 40 km in their legs and were only able to walk up the hill.

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Unlike Mazovia, Land of Łódź is full of pleasantly rolling hills. Here, a long 6% grade climb on rough cobblestones :)

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This time, I rode off the main road to see Boginia (Goddess). I had a chat with the rider in yellow. We both were stunned with the beauty of Nature in the area and were both as happy as we had trouble to express the level of our happiness! "Sir, you must ride that road till the very end. It is weaving, rolling, perfect asphalt and amazing colours!" he said.

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3 km of "brushed gravel" especially for @Chargeride so he could suffer from jealousy! :D


The Return Route Blunder!
As I had a social appointment in Warsaw for the evening, I realised I needed to shorten the trip. Found out Rogów with its train station could be the way to go. Just 13.7 km? Phew! What I was not aware of though was the shortest way to Rogów led through a popular MTB trail... :D :D :D

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Crossing River Mrożyca on the MTB trail. Packed sand, tree roots, occasional fallen trees, steep climbs and descents! For what sins?! :D

OK, managed that on time, caught a fast train to Skierniewice, had a pizza in hurry, jumped on a Mazovian train to my place, changed e-bikes , rode to the train station, took a train, cycled again and...

Golden Donkey Party

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Złoty Osioł (Golden Donkey) is an alternative/underground art club in Warsaw's right bank quarter of Praga. Owned by a PUNK and Reggae lover, it is a safe haven for Old Punks Who Have Not Died Yet :) I was invited there by an old family friend Grace. Well, had a bottle of non-alco beer, chatted for a while and left. Today (Sunday) I'm visiting my daughter Magda, so had to return home at a reasonable hour!

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Main ride map.
 
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This banner shows bikes riding the coastal path in cornwall, so thats a green light for me.
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The bad news is theyve replaced the ticket carpark payments with ANPR predatory centralised gangster corporation data selling vultures.
I have a National Trust membership, but I now need to punch my licence plate in, complete with 90 quid fine if I make the tiniest mistake, the classic being O and 0.
The scanning process is bizarre, you hold your card horizontally against the machine with no apparent way for it to read the barcode, but it does after a long period where you are sure it isnt.

The endless shotification of life.
 
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