Up, up, up and away!
A wander up one of the mountains, without the bikes. You know, we were warned about Zakopane. Several times, people we met on our journey asked us where we were headed and in response to our reply they would raise their eyebrows and let out an impressed whistle. Nothing fills you with terror like the horror plastered on the faces of fellow cycle tourists when you mention where you are off to. When we were alone, I'd chuckle nervously and say to James "It's surely an exaggeration......right?". You know it is ominous when there is only a laugh in response. Zakopane is the start of the Tatras, my first mountain range - one that has multiple peaks surpassing Brocken, the very same summit we had previously reached, somewhat tumultuously in whistling snow storms and sub zero temperatures. I won't lie, part of me was tempted to sneak out of the tent in the night and slink onto a train back to England - a job in administration has enough adventure, right? James
