Stage 2, 350km, Krakow Rzeszow Przemyzyl Lviv

Day of Tongue Twisters, I already have difficulty writing, whoever speaks it flawlessly on the spot gets a little bee 🐝

After a good breakfast, I started again at 8:40 am and continued eastward. I could have taken the highway since it was only 350km, but I decided to take the route to Rzeszow and then through the hills via Dylagowka, Bachorz, Krzywza to Przemyzyl, and from there to the border. Nice tour.

After 120km, the tank was empty (the 'refuel now!' light was blinking for 30km), a total of 290km were on the clock. So I took a short break and then continued to navigate through the hot Rzeszow and found the exit. Up, down, left, right, and then I went to Przemysl (pictures 2 and 3) not bad at all. A few churches, a monastery, beautiful old houses, and then 0.0 cyclists later, I headed to the border in Medyka. I thought there wouldn't be much going on here since the main crossing is on the A4, well, there were already a lot of cars standing around and it was only operated in block processing. Since waiting in these temperatures and the approaching thunderstorm was not my thing, I went straight to the front and only had to wait for about 25 minutes. And then I realized that I had forgotten some stamp, I had to go back for a moment to register the Guzzste and also got a stamp, and now, finally.

Ukraine: quickly getting used to the speed limit of the road (partially taken in a leap) and tearing down the ~80km to Lviv or Lemberg. But you can already tell immediately behind the border that the clocks tick 'differently' here, to put it cautiously.

First impression of Lviv: disgusting dirty air, completely congested, ancient cobblestone streets unsuitable for motorcycles.

Second impression: great old building substance, probably even more than in Krakow itself. The suburbs are old and intact, the mega old town is completely preserved, a mix of Austro-Hungary, Eastern Europe, and maybe Prague. If this catches on in Hollywood, no one will shoot in Görlitz anymore! It used to be a real melting pot of cultures: Galician, Jewish, Austrian, Polish, German, Ruthenian, Armenian. Simply fantastic, a bit of fresh plaster and paint, and this is a bomb city. Pubs and culture are already there.

As for general well-being, I'll just say this: after 250km, I get off and hold the coffee like a Parkinson patient, but it subsides. I have a little training program for my butt and legs, then I can go a few more kilometers, but you can already feel it.