2015. október 31. (223. nap)
Kicsit nehéz időszak van most, a másik blogom dübörög, pedig lehet, hogy inkább ennek kéne. A futás megyeget, legalábbis a három erdei kör, a tünetek is múlóban, de azt azért nem lehet mondani, hogy átütő változás lépett fel. Pedig a végcél az átütő változás, újragondoltam pár dolgot, és megint úgy érzem, hogy ezt a harcot pár hosszú futásért még végig kell csinálnom, mert vannak itt rejtett mondanivalók, amelyeket valahogy felszínre kéne hozni. Tegnap elmentem egy régi barátomhoz, aki mellesleg gyógytornász, és előadtam neki a térdfájós történetet. Nem sokat gondolkodott rajtam, azonnal megkérdezte tőlem, hogy szoktam-e nyújtani sportolás után. Mondtam neki, hogy nem nagyon, mire ő azt mondta, hogy akkor meg min csodálkozom. Rögtön adott 5-6 gyakorlatot, amelyet el kell végeznem minden futás után, és úszni is elküldött. Szóval van tennivaló bőven, ellentétben az idővel, amiből viszont alig egy kevés áll a rendelkezésemre. Ez azt jelenti, hogy további változásoknak kell következniük, ha tetszik, ha nem, hiszen a másik lehetőség nem más, mint a futás feladása, amelyről viszont éppen az előbb írtam, hogy nem játszik. Az élet nem könnyű, pedig a keresetem alapján benne vagyok a világ felső 10%-ában. Sőt lehet, hogy még az egészségem alapján is!
2015. október 26. (218. nap)
Once again a weekend which had a lot to do with the bicycle. Actually it was a three day weekend thanks to our revolutionists who failed to overthrow the communist (or perhaps more just to say the socialist) regime in 1956 but supplied a reason for us to add one more public holiday in the calendar for commemoration (nations without victories in their history are obliged to celebrate their failures) and for some leasure time activity too. This year I put more emphasize on the second than on the first.
I was also close to a failure last week since I had a lot of jobs to finish and it was very difficult to absorb all workload during the four working days left, but finally I managed, so on Thursday evening it became clear that my original plan could be turned to a real action, and the next day I could go (or better to say ride) to see my friend who lived at Mátraszentimre (in the mountains called Mátra). Mátraszentimre is the village whose altitude is the highest in Hungary (about 750 m above sea level) so a ride there is never boaring, but especially not in my case because I started from Miskolc, that mans - as a warm up for the climb up in the Mátra - I had to cross first another mountain called Bükk. You might think that I am a bit masochistic, but you would not be right. The motif for the choice is not the effort that you need to put but the beauty you can enjoy. Difficult to pick a cyclists' itinairary as specially beautiful in Hungary since there is a plentitude of nice tracks, but this would surely be in the first peloton.
In contrast with the earlier blog entries I start with the map.
Miskolc railway station is at 100 m above the sea level and the road from there is continuously goning uphill during the first 23 kms. The first 10 kms run within Miskolc (for a long time Miskolc was the second most populated town of Hungary after Budapest) but after that you enter the territory of Bükk National Reserve and from that point no human beeing can stay untouched or neutral face to the wonders that nature pours upon him. Lilafüred with its lake and with the Palace Hotel is a due coffee stop but it doesn't mean that the road also stops to go up. It does continue upward until it reaches the level of the so called Bükk plato and follows its edge with small up and downs but the tendency stays rather uphill still. When it reaches the highest point (700 m) above Répáshuta there are already close to 40 km in the cyclist's legs. From there a big downhill starts first cautiously but after 5-6 kilometers it turns to a real fun. Here I managed to ride 11,5 km in 18 mins, the road surface is still perfect (it was renovated 6 years ago on EU money) and the elevation loss is more than 400 m on that part. By pulling the brake at the boudary of Felsőtárkány you stop at a small lake and you can buy very good home made sour cherry strudel in one of the kiosks. If Felsőtárkány were not a village it would the suburb of Eger which is the chief town of Heves county. It is situated at the foot of the hills at a not much higher altitude than Miskolc. The session which follows leads to Sirok, another pictoresque village in a valley where you can only arrive after conquering some not too high but really annoying up and downs. Annoying at least in a physical sense since the landscape which stays motivatingly nice gives you some compensation and helps a lot to keep your good mood. From Sirok to Parád it is an easy almost plain part in a beautiul valley but at Parád it is better to stop, eat something and get prepared menthally for the worst secretly hoping - in the meantime - that reality will be somewhat better still. The ascent which starts there is about 20 km long and it goes from 220 m to 900 m in altitude (very close to Galyatető summit which is the second highest point of Hungary). Not the total 20 km is steep, the elevation gain is concentrated on two sessions, the first is about 6 km long while the second is a little bit less. Well, this time I managed to survive them without major shocks, and I arrived at Mátraszentimre just a little bit after the dusk. See a close-up of the final 20-25 kms.
Heaven is often associated with high altitudes and if I spend a little time in Zsolt's house I always start understanding why. It was Zsolt's idea to buy a house up there, I can never sufficiently appriciate this excellent choice of wich I have been lucky enough to take my own benefits several times. Exactly this happenned again from Friday evening to Sunday morning while I enjoyed the hospitality of Zsolt's family and the company of Zoltán too. On Saturday we only did some very light walks around the village and on Galyatető hilltop and took a very good and very social rest all the other time.
On Sunday I did the same trip as on Friday but in the opposite direction and - frankly speaking - I cannot say which direction was the bigger experience. The second was definitely faster, I only needed 6:03 minutes net time (about 7:30 overall time) for the 118 km total distance while on Friday I spent 7:25 minutes on riding (and about 9:45 in overall), but this is not telling anything about the essential part which was the forest, the fresh air, the little chilly but very clear and mostly sunny weather, the big feeling of the activity and that of the speed in a forest which was visited by many other cyclists and also by a lot of tourists during these leasure days, a joyful mix of different impression pieces which are impossibée to tell. Some photos might help to make you, dear reader, understand a little better what I mean.
I was also close to a failure last week since I had a lot of jobs to finish and it was very difficult to absorb all workload during the four working days left, but finally I managed, so on Thursday evening it became clear that my original plan could be turned to a real action, and the next day I could go (or better to say ride) to see my friend who lived at Mátraszentimre (in the mountains called Mátra). Mátraszentimre is the village whose altitude is the highest in Hungary (about 750 m above sea level) so a ride there is never boaring, but especially not in my case because I started from Miskolc, that mans - as a warm up for the climb up in the Mátra - I had to cross first another mountain called Bükk. You might think that I am a bit masochistic, but you would not be right. The motif for the choice is not the effort that you need to put but the beauty you can enjoy. Difficult to pick a cyclists' itinairary as specially beautiful in Hungary since there is a plentitude of nice tracks, but this would surely be in the first peloton.
In contrast with the earlier blog entries I start with the map.
Heaven is often associated with high altitudes and if I spend a little time in Zsolt's house I always start understanding why. It was Zsolt's idea to buy a house up there, I can never sufficiently appriciate this excellent choice of wich I have been lucky enough to take my own benefits several times. Exactly this happenned again from Friday evening to Sunday morning while I enjoyed the hospitality of Zsolt's family and the company of Zoltán too. On Saturday we only did some very light walks around the village and on Galyatető hilltop and took a very good and very social rest all the other time.
On Sunday I did the same trip as on Friday but in the opposite direction and - frankly speaking - I cannot say which direction was the bigger experience. The second was definitely faster, I only needed 6:03 minutes net time (about 7:30 overall time) for the 118 km total distance while on Friday I spent 7:25 minutes on riding (and about 9:45 in overall), but this is not telling anything about the essential part which was the forest, the fresh air, the little chilly but very clear and mostly sunny weather, the big feeling of the activity and that of the speed in a forest which was visited by many other cyclists and also by a lot of tourists during these leasure days, a joyful mix of different impression pieces which are impossibée to tell. Some photos might help to make you, dear reader, understand a little better what I mean.
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| The foggy Friday morning, the start of the municipal bicycle road and the start of the whole story too |
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| The fog discipated fast, few kilometers later at a round point of Miskolc the sun was shining brightly on our natioal banner and you can already see the mountains in the background. Very soon they will come into the foreground :-)! |
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| Actually here: Miskolc ends, the forest starts. |
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| The Palace Hotel at Lilafüred, nice but quite expensive and I have heard some bad roumors about the staff. Earlier the park of the hotel was open for the public, today it is reserved for the hotel guests. This is not a nice evolution to me either. |
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| A forest bus stop |
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| Small bicycle in a big forest of wonderful colours |
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| The small village in the valley is Répáshuta (If you are curious about the origin of village names and don't know what huta means you can find the answer in my August English language blog entry.) |
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| A tree in yellow |
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| Small lake at Felsőtárkány |
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| A (still) green meadow at the foot of Mátra |
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| Another one a bit higher |
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| The road junction of the three main Mátra roads in the heart of the mountains at about 620 m above sea level. I continued on the right |
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| I am climbing up while the sun is going down |
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| But the it has a replacement for the night shift |
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| Zsolt's nice and very friendly house. It is even friendly to our environment since solar panels generate the houshold electricity and sun collectors make the hot water (which he also uses for heating) |
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| Trees are nice from this perspective (photo taken from the stair case of the lookout tower of Galyatető) |
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| View on the north |
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| View on the east |
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| Road to west |
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| The fifty shades of automn |
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| Tree-lined road close to Parád (on the return trip) |
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| A real break through |
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| All good gets to its end once: Return to Miskolc railway station from where I also started two and a half days earlier |
2015. október 18. (210. nap)
I hadn't done any mentionable sport activity for more than 1,5 month and this bad tendency must have been stopped. That's why I decided to take a challange, actually the one which is the closest to Nyíregyháza: Tokaj hill. But this was not the only reason. On one hand I wanted to test myself how fast I can go up there from Tarcal, from time to time this is quite interesting, on the other hand I wanted to prepare myself a bit for next Friday when I will go from Miskolc to Mátraszentimre, a bigger challange on one of the most beautiful bicycle tracks in Hungary. (If I manage to ride there you can surely read few words about it here.)
I started early because I didn't want to afford to whole day for such a small thing. The way to Tokaj was foggy, but calm, and I arrived there in the earliest possible time to find the coffee open, this was a good though not very intentional synchronisation. After the coffein push it was more easy to ride futher on to Tarcal. From this part of the road you can normally have a nice view on the hill but this time there was only one short minute when the hill presented itself among the clouds, all the other time the clouds stayed dominant and relentlessly covered the summit.
I arrived at the bottom of the uphill session in good rythm but I knew that it didn't mean anything. This uphhill sesssion is 5,7 km long and there is an elevation gain of exactly 400 m between its start and its end, so it is rather tough, a big part of it is steeper than 10%. As I wrote yeterday, I wanted to do it in less than 40 minutes though I was cautious enough not to say how much less. My best time is around 36 mins, but this seemed illusorique after 1,5 month rest, but 38-39 mins appeared to be a realist objective in my mind.
Actually it went a bit slower, and finally I needed 39:15 time for the ascend. I am not very proud of it, but life is life and there are sometimes small gaps between our wishes and what we can really achieve, this was a typical example for that sort of cases. As for the panorama from above I could not enjoy anything of it, since the fog was still thick, but from the top of the ski track which is a little lower than the summit, I could see already few things in the valley.
On my way back I stopped once to take another photo since the cloud finally disappeared and I also stopped at Tokaj to visit a photo gallery where two of my collegues (a couple) exhibited too. The photos were nice, the town on the bank of the two rivers Tisza and Bodrog was the usual charming (though the weather was more chilly than few months ago) so my aesthetic needs were satisfied by the cultural experiences I managed to collect. The way back to Nyíregyháza was not the most easy ever, I don't know from where the wind blew exactly, just one thing is sure, not from behind. But it was still OK, the speed loss due to that stayed really tolerable.
Epilogue:
Upon my arrival back to home I opened the frige and seeing a bottle of Kilkenny which I bought few weeks before I said to myself very proudly: what a clever guy I am that I bought that beer! And not more than few minutes later I had to say to myself in a little bit different tone: what a stupid guy I am that I didn't buy at least two!
I started early because I didn't want to afford to whole day for such a small thing. The way to Tokaj was foggy, but calm, and I arrived there in the earliest possible time to find the coffee open, this was a good though not very intentional synchronisation. After the coffein push it was more easy to ride futher on to Tarcal. From this part of the road you can normally have a nice view on the hill but this time there was only one short minute when the hill presented itself among the clouds, all the other time the clouds stayed dominant and relentlessly covered the summit.
I arrived at the bottom of the uphill session in good rythm but I knew that it didn't mean anything. This uphhill sesssion is 5,7 km long and there is an elevation gain of exactly 400 m between its start and its end, so it is rather tough, a big part of it is steeper than 10%. As I wrote yeterday, I wanted to do it in less than 40 minutes though I was cautious enough not to say how much less. My best time is around 36 mins, but this seemed illusorique after 1,5 month rest, but 38-39 mins appeared to be a realist objective in my mind.
Actually it went a bit slower, and finally I needed 39:15 time for the ascend. I am not very proud of it, but life is life and there are sometimes small gaps between our wishes and what we can really achieve, this was a typical example for that sort of cases. As for the panorama from above I could not enjoy anything of it, since the fog was still thick, but from the top of the ski track which is a little lower than the summit, I could see already few things in the valley.
On my way back I stopped once to take another photo since the cloud finally disappeared and I also stopped at Tokaj to visit a photo gallery where two of my collegues (a couple) exhibited too. The photos were nice, the town on the bank of the two rivers Tisza and Bodrog was the usual charming (though the weather was more chilly than few months ago) so my aesthetic needs were satisfied by the cultural experiences I managed to collect. The way back to Nyíregyháza was not the most easy ever, I don't know from where the wind blew exactly, just one thing is sure, not from behind. But it was still OK, the speed loss due to that stayed really tolerable.
Epilogue:
Upon my arrival back to home I opened the frige and seeing a bottle of Kilkenny which I bought few weeks before I said to myself very proudly: what a clever guy I am that I bought that beer! And not more than few minutes later I had to say to myself in a little bit different tone: what a stupid guy I am that I didn't buy at least two!
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| The map of the ride |
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| The tricky part |
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| A short clear-up |
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| My bicycle (since in the fog there was nothing else of which I could take a photo) |
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| View from the top of the down-hill ski track |
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| The hill which I conquered :-)! |
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| Photo of an artist who exhibited at Tokaj 1. |
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| Photo of an artist who exhibited at Tokaj 2. |
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| Photo of an artist who exhibited at Tokaj 3. |
2015. október 17. (209. nap)
A tegnapi futás utóhatásai nem lettek veszélyesek. Mozgalmas napom volt, elég sok mindent sikerült elvégezni. Ha minden igaz, holnap megyek Tokajba bicajjal. A cél egy elfogadható időn belüli feljutás Tarcalról a Kopasz tetejére. Az elfogadható idő valahol a 35 és a 40 perc között van. Tudom, hogy ez egy elég tág intervallum, de nem nagyon tudom szűkíteni. A nyár elején volt egy 40,5 perces menetem, ha jól emlékszem, annál azért jobbnak kéne lenni még akkor is, ha jó másfél hónapja alig kerekeztem. 35-ön belülre viszont még soha nem kerültem, és nyilván most se fogok. A túrának van egyébként egy másik célja is, átmozgatás a jövő péntekre tervezett Miskolc-Lilafüred-Felsőtárkány-Eger-Sirok-Parád-Galyatető-Mátraszentimre út előtt.
2015. október 16. (208. nap)
Vasárnap futottam három kört, az nem esett jól, két napig fájt tőle a térdem, ma viszont megint futottam, és ezúttal nagyon élveztem. Az utóhatások majd holnap fognak kiderülni, de most képtelenség tűnik, hogy egy ilyen jó futóélmény balul süljön el. Még az áprilisban beszerzett kompressziós lábszáramat is felvettem, valószínűleg az is sokat segített. Bizakodom. A héten megint rájöttem valamire, és a barátom is kapott egy neki való állást végre. Úgy érzem, jó széria kezdődik.
2015. október 12. (204. nap)
Well, we had a plan to do some cycling in the mountains around Pirot on Saturday after the hard week. I prepared everything while my collegue-friend prepared even more since he had also bought a second bicycle partly for this occasion. However things turned out differently. I rarely see 100% probability of rain on my mobile phone weather forecast screen but during the past week I could see it for whole Saturday and the drop pictograms (falling out from a cloud pictogram) stayed stunningly stable on my display as time passed. The last piece of the hope died on Friday afternoon when we had to say something, there were no way to futher extend our hesitations. Finally we decided not to ride my friend's two bicycle but to drive a car (and to invite two more people to fill it up). We wanted to go deeply in the country and walk up to a waterfall because rain and waterfall are good friends, both mean downward vertical movement of one the most elementary liquid substance on Earth.
Actually at eight o'clock in the morning when we started it was not raining yet. We went first to the bridge with the round point where we turned uphill. When I got the first sight of the upward road ahead of us I begun to think that perhaps it had not been such a big mistake to choose the car instead of the biycle. The first 12 km led us to the ski resort of Pirot at about the height of the highest point of Hungary and at some sessions the uphill was really brutal. After a short stop we continued downhill to a small village which was practically my first contact with rural Serbia. I would not say that these villages are rich and you can also feel that life is not always easy there, but in the meantime you could also understand that people here are not made of some sort of soft stuff and a few houses on the bank of the river with pictoresque terraces gave me the impression that for these people it was not impossible to make something nice even if their material resources are not limitless. Here we visited a small orthodox church carved in the rock and containing a fresco icon which shows Jesus with no hair at all. This is quite unique, nowhere else you can find a simillar presentation of our redeemer. There were among us two who are almost fully bold and I have not much hair either so we definitely had the sensation that this place is somewhat calling us. After that village we continued towards the heart of the mountain and the landscape bacame more and more beautiful. We went through some other villages and finally turned on a side road leading into the forest. We drove by car as long as we managed to and after that we started our walk. It was still not raining though heavy clouds hanged above us. I was said that summer had passed here without a drop of rain, but it was not so easy to imagine. Not just because of the severe rainclouds everywhere but also because of the fresh green nature around us. The waterfall was not very far, and it was so splendid, that my poor English cannot describe it at all, instead look at the photos below! On our way back we passed a small house which was more than cosy especially because at that moment it finally started to rain and in rain it is always easier to feel the difference between outside and inside. The famous and popular Pirot lawyer, the owner of the house came out anyway to greet us, a sign of friendship and openness which was not either the first or the last one during the day. I begun to feel more and more that this mountain is so nice and the people here are so friendly that I shoud come here on some private purpose too, just it is a bit far from Hungary to imagine a trip like that easily.
The friendliness continued in the village where we returned immadiately after the walk, an already retired manager of our factory opened a coffee in his village house mainly to sell his excellent home made beer for very cheap. It was in a nice stone walled and wooden ceiling room of the basement beside a chimney fire where we tasted his drink made of original Belgian ingredients too. I enjoyed the talk between my collegues and the owner-bartender a lot though I didn't unterstand too much of their words. Beer was only prelude for the dinner which we had in the next village in an also cosy and well-kept, nice restaurant. In Serbia my favourite dishes are the starters, the unbeleivable fresh cheese with the different salads and vegetables but here the main dish also left a strong touch on the mental state of my stomach :-)!
The plan was to continue uphill after the lunch and to make a circle, but certain news about the quality of the asphalt in that direction discouraged us a bit and finally we returned to Pirot on the same way as we came. The good lunch and the rakia which accomanied it made us a little sleepy, only our driver was fully awake, the rest of us were somewhere at the midway between alpha and beta.
We arrived back to the hotel well in time and I was really very thankful to my Serbian friends that they gave me so much time and so much of themselves. The excursion was a B plan but finally I didn't mind that change at all. It was less sportive than the cycling would have been, but in the meantime I think - it was much more social, and it was fun for more than only two people. Quantity sometimes counts, at least yesterday it counted. Thanks for all the three of you!
Actually at eight o'clock in the morning when we started it was not raining yet. We went first to the bridge with the round point where we turned uphill. When I got the first sight of the upward road ahead of us I begun to think that perhaps it had not been such a big mistake to choose the car instead of the biycle. The first 12 km led us to the ski resort of Pirot at about the height of the highest point of Hungary and at some sessions the uphill was really brutal. After a short stop we continued downhill to a small village which was practically my first contact with rural Serbia. I would not say that these villages are rich and you can also feel that life is not always easy there, but in the meantime you could also understand that people here are not made of some sort of soft stuff and a few houses on the bank of the river with pictoresque terraces gave me the impression that for these people it was not impossible to make something nice even if their material resources are not limitless. Here we visited a small orthodox church carved in the rock and containing a fresco icon which shows Jesus with no hair at all. This is quite unique, nowhere else you can find a simillar presentation of our redeemer. There were among us two who are almost fully bold and I have not much hair either so we definitely had the sensation that this place is somewhat calling us. After that village we continued towards the heart of the mountain and the landscape bacame more and more beautiful. We went through some other villages and finally turned on a side road leading into the forest. We drove by car as long as we managed to and after that we started our walk. It was still not raining though heavy clouds hanged above us. I was said that summer had passed here without a drop of rain, but it was not so easy to imagine. Not just because of the severe rainclouds everywhere but also because of the fresh green nature around us. The waterfall was not very far, and it was so splendid, that my poor English cannot describe it at all, instead look at the photos below! On our way back we passed a small house which was more than cosy especially because at that moment it finally started to rain and in rain it is always easier to feel the difference between outside and inside. The famous and popular Pirot lawyer, the owner of the house came out anyway to greet us, a sign of friendship and openness which was not either the first or the last one during the day. I begun to feel more and more that this mountain is so nice and the people here are so friendly that I shoud come here on some private purpose too, just it is a bit far from Hungary to imagine a trip like that easily.
The friendliness continued in the village where we returned immadiately after the walk, an already retired manager of our factory opened a coffee in his village house mainly to sell his excellent home made beer for very cheap. It was in a nice stone walled and wooden ceiling room of the basement beside a chimney fire where we tasted his drink made of original Belgian ingredients too. I enjoyed the talk between my collegues and the owner-bartender a lot though I didn't unterstand too much of their words. Beer was only prelude for the dinner which we had in the next village in an also cosy and well-kept, nice restaurant. In Serbia my favourite dishes are the starters, the unbeleivable fresh cheese with the different salads and vegetables but here the main dish also left a strong touch on the mental state of my stomach :-)!
The plan was to continue uphill after the lunch and to make a circle, but certain news about the quality of the asphalt in that direction discouraged us a bit and finally we returned to Pirot on the same way as we came. The good lunch and the rakia which accomanied it made us a little sleepy, only our driver was fully awake, the rest of us were somewhere at the midway between alpha and beta.
We arrived back to the hotel well in time and I was really very thankful to my Serbian friends that they gave me so much time and so much of themselves. The excursion was a B plan but finally I didn't mind that change at all. It was less sportive than the cycling would have been, but in the meantime I think - it was much more social, and it was fun for more than only two people. Quantity sometimes counts, at least yesterday it counted. Thanks for all the three of you!
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| Nice riverside |
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| Serbian hills |
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| Bold Jesus |
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| The real light is always inside |
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| A Serbian-Hungarian friendship |
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| Vodopad (waterfall) |
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| Vodopad from close |
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| Vodopad from even closer |
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| Much more than just collegues |
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| Looking out of the window of a village kafana (coffee) |
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| Rainy evening at Sofia (view from the tenth floor of hotel Novotel) |
2015. október 11. (203. nap)
Kimaradt egy hét írás, sőt egy hét futás is, de még a tegnapra tervezett kerékpározást sem sikerült nyélbe ütni a zuhogó eső miatt, igaz, az utóbbi feletti bánatot egy nagyon jól sikerült kirándulás feledtette. (Erről fogok írni bővebben is.) Az egész hetet Szerbiában töltöttem, reggeltől estig dolgoztam, estétől sokáig szerb munkatársaim (de nyugodtam mondhatnék barátokat is) vendégszeretetét élveztem, és utána aludtam egy kicsit mindig. Most Szófiában, a reptéren egy elég jó muffin és egy felejthető gépi cappucino mellett próbálom megvonni a mérleget, amely összességében nagyon pozitív. Ha mindenütt olyan emberek élnének, mint amilyenekkel én itt együtt dolgozom, akkor nem lenne semmi baj a Földön. Szegények, mint az ujjam, de élet és szeretet annyi van bennük, hogy sokszor túl is csordul. Valószínű, hogy nem a depresszió fogja eltemetni őket.
2015. október 2. (195. nap)
Tegnap megint fejlődtem, legalábbis a futásban, és nem is lett komolyabb negatív következménye a lábam állapotára nézve. 3 kör az erdőben alig több, mint 33 perc alatt. A Top 10-ben nem vagyok benne ezzel az idővel, de biztató nagyon, és az is, hogy nagyon élvezetes volt az alkonyati hűlő, de hidegnek azért egyáltalán nem mondható levegőn mozogni. El is határoztam, hogy a jövő heti piroti utamra nem csak a kerékpáros öltözéket, hanem a futócipőmet is elviszem. (Az egyik szerb munkatársammal teszek majd egy bicajos kört a környező hegyekben, szerzett bicajt nekem is, nagyon várom már, küldött fényképeket, hogy felizgasson, hát, be kell vallanom, hogy sikerrel járt :-)!
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