Leaving Ukraine for the longer route through Romania and Hungary was the right thing to do. My scooter was running well and I had a fantastic ride through the Carpathian mountains.
The next day saw three countries pass under my tyres, eventually ending up in the Slovakian city of Kosice. Here I'd made a contact via CouchSurfing with Viktor - a young teacher and musician - who offered to host me.
Kosice is probably the hippest place I've stopped so far. After practice of Viktor's punk band we parked my Lambretta in the rehearsal rooms and went for a beer in another part of the old converted tobacco factory.
The following morning Viktor had to leave for work at 7am, abandoning me with both his flat and the keys to the rehearsal room. I was on my own to track down someone to help me with my quest.
Andrea from the tourist information office proved to be just the right lady. She managed to railroad the mayor - who just happened to be passing - to sign my certificates for Ostrava and Cottbus. After sorting things out in record time it seemed only fair to take Andrea out for lunch before collecting my scooter, returning Viktor's keys and making tracks for Poland.
One last stop before the border was Andrea's suggestion; a photo opportunity at Spis castle.
Days like that make up for the difficult ones, but there were highs and lows to come before my overnight stop in Poland...
The next day saw three countries pass under my tyres, eventually ending up in the Slovakian city of Kosice. Here I'd made a contact via CouchSurfing with Viktor - a young teacher and musician - who offered to host me.
Kosice is probably the hippest place I've stopped so far. After practice of Viktor's punk band we parked my Lambretta in the rehearsal rooms and went for a beer in another part of the old converted tobacco factory.
The following morning Viktor had to leave for work at 7am, abandoning me with both his flat and the keys to the rehearsal room. I was on my own to track down someone to help me with my quest.
Andrea from the tourist information office proved to be just the right lady. She managed to railroad the mayor - who just happened to be passing - to sign my certificates for Ostrava and Cottbus. After sorting things out in record time it seemed only fair to take Andrea out for lunch before collecting my scooter, returning Viktor's keys and making tracks for Poland.
One last stop before the border was Andrea's suggestion; a photo opportunity at Spis castle.
Days like that make up for the difficult ones, but there were highs and lows to come before my overnight stop in Poland...
Viktor and Igor
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