Failing completely to appreciate the historical significance of the date, the Sauna left Prague and ploughed its way into Poland on Tuesday night following a brief stop in Dresden after bombing up the motorway from the south.
Dresden’s a remarkable place: wide airy tree-lined avenues and riverbanks dotted with picnicking students (who occasionally stand to throw a frisbee or kick a ball), weaving cyclists and joggers and groups strolling between cafes. All of this serves to give it a real university feel, enhanced by eye-popping architecture at every intersection – a considerable amount of which has been painfully reconstructed after we did a fairly thorough job of flattening it in 1945.
The Polish border brought a few surprises for Sven and Lars.
All though all roads may well lead to Rome, a great number of decent roads seem to lead to the Polish border, where they stop, abruptly. Lars left the wheel around midnight at a petrol station outside Berlin for Sven to drive the remaining miles into Poland, which he anticipated would be straightforward if not particularly relaxing.
Not the case.
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