Well as I said the bicycle adventure continued. After stopping awhile at Igor's grandmother's village/ farm. We got back on our...i guess I have to call them bicycles, though I feel that is unfair to most the other bicycles out there. Igor wanted to take me to a WWII war memorial and then to a lake that he used to swim in.
In about 90 degree weather with a good 70+ percent humidity we got back on the bikes and found the lake (no pictures of that one sorry). And after a quick dip we were on our way back to Zaslonava. the only problem with so much change is that where there were once roads, none now exist or if they do they are just a very faint grassy remnant. So on we went cross country on our 1970's soviet era bicycles. When we did finally make it home my bum was soo sore that sitting down even on the most comfortable couch was a bit unpleasant.
The next day was Sunday and it was time for the family BBQ. We all made our way back to Zamosa: Igor ran, Igor's mother rode her bike, and Igor's dad took me on the back of his motorcycle (mostly because I was still having trouble sitting down, thank you Blue Bruiser).
Igor and I decided to go fishin' Belarus style, which to be honest is more what I think about when I think about fishing than our new found fun style o "trollin'" with Jo :) . The poles that we had were not like any I have ever seen. They were about 10ft long and they telescoped into themselves for easy transport. Very convenient when you are walking or riding somewhere with your fishing gear in tow.
Even though everyone told us we wouldn't catch anything, or rather they told Igor who then translated the message to me, we had a very successful fishing trip. The cat at igor's grandmother's house reaped the benefits of our labour as well. And while we were playing outside Igor taught me, sort of... how to drive a motorcycle. Which went well until I had to make a turn, and then.....not so much.
In about 90 degree weather with a good 70+ percent humidity we got back on the bikes and found the lake (no pictures of that one sorry). And after a quick dip we were on our way back to Zaslonava. the only problem with so much change is that where there were once roads, none now exist or if they do they are just a very faint grassy remnant. So on we went cross country on our 1970's soviet era bicycles. When we did finally make it home my bum was soo sore that sitting down even on the most comfortable couch was a bit unpleasant.
The next day was Sunday and it was time for the family BBQ. We all made our way back to Zamosa: Igor ran, Igor's mother rode her bike, and Igor's dad took me on the back of his motorcycle (mostly because I was still having trouble sitting down, thank you Blue Bruiser).
Igor and I decided to go fishin' Belarus style, which to be honest is more what I think about when I think about fishing than our new found fun style o "trollin'" with Jo :) . The poles that we had were not like any I have ever seen. They were about 10ft long and they telescoped into themselves for easy transport. Very convenient when you are walking or riding somewhere with your fishing gear in tow.
Even though everyone told us we wouldn't catch anything, or rather they told Igor who then translated the message to me, we had a very successful fishing trip. The cat at igor's grandmother's house reaped the benefits of our labour as well. And while we were playing outside Igor taught me, sort of... how to drive a motorcycle. Which went well until I had to make a turn, and then.....not so much.
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Thank you for sharing. Love, Mom
Thanks for sharing.
Love,
Mom
those fish would have to be thrown back in the states, they would not pass the length needed by fish & game. HAHAHAHAH hilarious catch. And wow motorcycle huh? so - need that helmet and gloves, or rather NEEDED that helmet and gloves? hahah
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