Well, no-one is more surprised that me to say that I am really enjoying the cycling. Carl, needless to say, is doing what he has always wanted to do.
Berlin feels like a teenager compared to the rest of Germany, perhaps the black sheep of the family too. Where the rest of Germany feels controlled, organised and regimented, Berlin is uninhibited, non-conformist and free.
Krakow is described as Warsaw’s sexy sister, and it is easy to see why. Her features are softer, the sun feels warmer – people smile more here, perhaps they have more reason to.
Dates marking their entry, dates marking their deaths, sometimes just one day in between.
Warsaw is a city with a difficult past and it shows. Signs of cold war communism still remain – the buildings are grey and utilitarian; the architecture, austere.
London is overwhelming… Along each laneway is another story, another person’s history, another national treasure.
I had always dreamt of coming to this area in springtime, when the grass was green, the daffodils were out and the lambs were frolicking in the fields.