The day dawned overcast and threatened rain, with a brisk breeze. Rather than face the slight risk of disorientation and frustration on a wet, chilly cycle track, I opted to follow one of the roads. Simple!
Yet a day of eternal frustration! What should have been a ride of about 28 km became 51 km! Twice the distance! How could this be? All I had to do was follow route 160. I even had the iPhone GPS set up.
Well it all started when I was SO confident that I knew where I was that I ignored the iPhone and at a T intersection turned left rather than right!
My neurological colleagues are well aware of an unusual constellation of signs that comprise Gerstmann syndrome!
To save you Googling, here is the definition:
Dysgraphia/agraphia: deficiency in the ability to write
Dyscalculia/acalculia: difficulty in learning or comprehending mathematics
Finger agnosia: inability to distinguish the fingers on the hand
I have this syndrome in “spades”!
Now the actual ride was in truth, not a big deal. Pleasant, smooth new bitumen, reminiscent of the roads we ride in the Adelaide Hills, with gorgeous scenery and ups and downs. Those cars that I met or passed were universally courteous – wide berth and slowed down. It’s just that when I had calculated that I was about 5 km from Vissy Brod, it failed to materialize around the next bend or at the crest of the next hill.
After another hour of riding I suddenly arrived at a major T intersection with what can only be described as a Czech Autobahn!
At this stage I rescued my iPhone from its pocket and it faithfully calculated that it was 23 km to Vissy Brod. In terms of distance I had not left Cesky Krumlov! The answer to where I actually rode this day, remains an unfathomable mystery, and will need to wait till I return home and interrogate the Garmin!
Today for the first time I cycled passed several hitchhikers. I did feel sorry for them on many levels. Firstly they were all girls, indeed somewhat young and with not much luggage and surprisingly given the weather, rather scantily clothed. I remember thinking after passing the fourth or fifth, “golly they must be feeling the cold, I hope they get a ride soon”.
The Moldau river is a paradise for water sports and especially kayaking.
This is the route 160 that I followed – you will see that it was a pleasure to cycle.