Monday, April 27, 2009

Tunnel Visions


Stewart took this cool shot of the train rushing past us -- and our bikes -- in the tunnel.

Have we found a new cyclists’ paradise? Even a new Koliba?

Well, nothing can replace the late, great Koliba, but Marina Vltava comes pretty close.

Stewart and I discovered Marina Vltava on a recent ride down the east side of the Vltava, the river which snakes its way through the center of Prague.

We met up at The Smallest Pub In The World in Úholičky. And instead of going our usual route through Tursko and Holubice before ending up in our usual Okoř for a beer or two, we decided to be a bit more daring.

Stewart had been wanting to ride down the river to Nelahozeves, a village noted as being the birthplace – on September 8, 1841 -- of Czech composer Antonin Dvorak. Dvorak lived in the village until the age of 12. The village is also dominated by a 16th-century castle owned by the Lobkowicz family.

Whenever Stewart had mentioned it, the trip had always seemed too big to bite off for an afternoon ride. It seemed I always had something I needed to do later in the day, and was hesitant to commit to what seemed like a big bike trip.

In this case, though, I had just come back from eight days of eating and drinking in Bulgaria, and was eager for some exercise.

So we set off for Nelahozeves.

From Úholičky, we rode up the hill to Tursko, and then took some back roads in the direction of Kralupy nad Vltavou.

Wanting to get off the roads as soon as possible, we followed what at first seemed to be a promising trail. Unfortunately, it soon deteriorated into brambly overgrowth, and spit us out above a gigantic train yard on the outskirts of Kralupy.


Stewart heads bravely down an unknown path, which, it turns out, led to a gigantic railroad yard (below).



The 20 or so active train tracks stood between us and our destination, but it looked particularly inhospitable to cyclists. We didn’t want to backtrack, though. We wanted to forwardtrack, so to speak.

We climbed down from the forest, and saw a man in a booth who appeared to be overseeing the train yard. We thought he’d yell at us, or tell us to turn back, but instead he nodded his head, indicating that it was OK for us to cross.

We hoisted our bikes onto our shoulders and did just that, as quickly as we could. A train crossed on a track behind us shortly after we’d passed. Very cool.

Once across, we entered Kralupy, then hooked up with the river path on the west side of the Vltava, heading north.

And what a beautiful cycling path it is! One of the best trails either of us have ridden in quite some time. Smooth dirt, no roots or rocks, with large trees shading the way, the river close by on the right, and tall cliffs on the left.

Suddenly, we look up to the left, and there are some spectacular sandstone cliffs looming over us, pockmarked with rounded caves and all sorts of holes and indentations, eroded over the centuries. Very much like the rock formations near Kokorin, where we rode last May.

We stopped to take a closer look, and discovered a much larger tunnel into the rock, which led us to two sets of train tracks passing through the mountain. The tunnel was long and dark and cool. A couple of local kids were playing in the caves and running along the tracks.

We waited eagerly for a train to pass, but none came. Of course, as soon as we hopped back on our bikes and headed off, a train whooshed through the tunnel.


A couple of local kids hang out in a sandstone cave above the train tracks. Am I the only one who can see some sort of mutated monster face in this picture?

Just up from the tunnel, we came upon a most inviting-looking spot – Marina Vltava, a beautiful pub, restaurant and hotel, situated right on the river. We stopped for a couple of reasonably priced cold ones – Gambrinus for 23 CZK ($1.13) for a half-liter, Pilsner Urquell for 33 CZK ($1.62). We splurged on the Pilsner.


I can think of worse places to stop and have a beer.

This may become our new favorite ride. A beautiful riverside trail, and a lovely pub at the end of it all. What more does a cyclist need?


Marina Vltava.

Just up from Marina Vltava was our destination -- the village of Nelahozeves, where the beautiful Lobkowicz castle rises over the river. I actually thought the castle was Dvorak’s house, but Chez Dvorak actually turns out to be somewhere else in the village. I’ll have to check it out on my next visit. I’m sure I’ll be back.


The Lobkowicz castle in Nelahozeves.

It was back down the trail to the train tunnel, where we hung out for a few more minutes, hoping for a trainspotting. The kids were still there, running on the tracks through the black tunnel. A few seconds later, a train appeared down the tracks. The kids must have known the schedule, and were playing a little game of chicken.

The kids made it to safety, and the train roared past right in front of us. What a thrill! We felt like a couple of kids ourselves.

Speaking of Dvorak and trains, I found a great story about Nelahozeves and Dvorak on the Radio Praha website. It contains this passage, which I’m pretty sure is referencing the very tunnel where Stewart and I were hanging out:

"It's quite well-known that Dvorak throughout his life was very fond of keeping track of train schedules, and going to see the trains even, when they came and left. For some reason it was fascinating to him."

So he was a 19th century trainspotter.

"Yes, you could say that. But I think what's more interesting about the train station and the train line here in Nelahozeves, is the fact that when Dvorak was born it wasn't here. There was no railroad here. It was constructed during his childhood and it was a very big event for the village of Nelahozeves, and Dvorak was here to see it being built.


The entrance we discovered to the train tunnel just south of Nelahozeves.

"I can't resist telling one anecdote. There's a tunnel through the cliff just to the south of the village, and the workers who built it were from Italy. They were experienced in building tunnels through the Alps and came here to little Nelahozeves to build this tunnel. There is one report that after work they liked to gather around Frantisek Dvorak's butcher's shop - that's the father of the composer - and sing their Italian songs."

So, maybe Dvorak as a little boy was picking up a little bit of the Italian spirit.

"Yes, and in general it's quite surprising, when you start going below the surface of what is commonly said about Dvorak's childhood in Nelahozeves, the variety of musical experiences you could have here."



The tunnel, inside out.

Back on the trail to Kralupy, where it was our understanding that the river trail ended.

But on a whim, we decided to see for ourselves if that was true, and kept heading south on what appeared to be a trail. And the trail kept going, more or less. We had to improvise in a few spots, but sure enough, we followed a pretty nice path all the way down to Libčice nad Vltavou.

From Libčice, nestled at the bottom of a steep valley, you’re forced up a steep climb to get back to civilization. Last time I did the climb, I did it one-handed. I was holding a bottle of beer in the other hand. This time, it seemed equally tough, but I had two free hands. Go figure.

At the top of the hill, we explored a quarry for a few minutes, and then headed out on the road to Úholičky, and back home for both of us.

Consider this our new favorite ride!

Next time I’ll bring along my Garmin GPS device and map the route for all to enjoy.

RIDE STATS
Length of ride: 48.5 kilometers
Average speed: 14.5
Maximum speed: 42.5
Pivo Index: 2
Time on the bike: 3.10.09
Distance ridden so far in 2009: 257 kilometers



If the cheap beer, bright sunshine, and fantastic river path weren't enough, many trees and flowers were in full bloom.


One of the many beautiful views from the bike path along the Vltava River.


This huge, gnarled tree on the grounds of Lobkowicz castle may have been the model for the Whomping Willow in "Harry Potter."

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Bikes In Bulgaria


I was amused by the literalness of this bike lane in the capital, Sofia. It's cool that the city even has bike lanes.

Just returned from a week or so touring around Bulgaria with friends.

One of the things that struck me was how many people use bicycles for their daily transportation. I saw a lot of different bikes being ridden by a lot of different riders.

The very young and the very old. The fit and the fat.

It's a poor country.

I also saw lots of donkeys and horse-drawn wagons on the streets of various villages we'd pass through. So perhaps people are riding bikes because they can't afford cars.

But I like to think it's because riding a bike to the shop or to work makes perfect sense and that Bulgarians haven't yet succumbed to Western-style laziness.


I loved the funky green bike ridden by this guy in the northern city of Ruse (above and below).

Saturday, April 25, 2009

I Am On Twitter

Hello, everyone.

Just a quick note -- between blog posts -- to let everyone know that I am on Twitter, and tweeting away fairly regularly.

About biking. About Prague. About life.

Also recording some AudioBoos, too. (See below for a sample.)

Please check me out and follow me, if you're so inclined. It would be a pleasure to tweet in your general direction.

You can find me on Twitter at grantpodelco

Friday, April 24, 2009

Conquering The Hill Of Doom

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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Air Force Won -- Or Watching Obama Land In Prague


Mark took this lovely shot of Air Force One just before touchdown in Prague. There's a video I took of the landing farther down in this post.

It was a ride filled with tragedies and triumphs. And toads.

I met up with Stewart Moore and Mark Baker at the late, great Koliba, which had burned to the ground a few weeks before.

As regular readers of this blog know, it was one of our favorite places in Prague -- a little slice of heaven in the forests of Roztoky that also happened to serve grilled meats and fish and Budvar on tap. I'd seen pictures of its charred skeleton, but it wasn't until this day that I had seen the destruction for myself.

So sad.


Stewart and I gaze upon the charred remains of our beloved Koliba in Roztoky.

But we didn't have too much time to mourn. We were on a mission.

We had an appointment to keep. With U.S. President Barack Obama and Air Force One.

Obama was scheduled to arrive in Prague on this day (April 4 -- OK, so I'm a little behind on my postings), and we knew the scheduled "wheels down" time for Air Force One, which was arriving from Strasbourg.

We also had observed in which direction the planes were landing in Prague on this day. I live near the airport and have made a small study of the landing patterns. Depending on the winds, most planes either take off or land on one particular east-west runway.


Stewart and I on standby.

On this day, the planes were landing from the east, which meant that we could get pretty close to the beginning of the runway by hanging out on a road in the village of Přední Kopanina.

We set off from Koliba, through the forests to Únětice, then on to my hometown of Černý Vůl, onto Statenice, and then up a long, steep and challenging forest path to the outskirts of Přední Kopanina.

We were a bit ahead of schedule, which meant we had time for some pre-Obama beers in the garden of a cute little pub in the village where we'd often drained a few.

We managed to stop drinking in time to hop on our bikes and motor our way over to the vantage point in an effort to see one of the world's greatest symbols of power up close and personal.

We weren't alone.

To our surprise, there were a few hundred people already there. Cars were parked on the side of the road, lined up for a kilometer or two in each direction. Incredibly, only three or four Czech police were around, mostly keeping people from parking too close to an intersection.


Mark caught this nice shot of the many cars parked on the side of the road, full of folks who were also hoping to get a glimpse of AF1.


A line of parked cars are silhouetted against the sky as a few hundred people await the arrival of Air Force One.

There were no searches of cars. No effort to prevent people from parking and gawking so close to the end of the runway.

Interestingly, we saw two blind men with a radio of some sort who were obviously experienced "planespotters," listening in on the air-traffic control conversations and themselves waiting to feel AF1 pass overhead. (A few days later, I went out to the airport again to try to see AF1 take off, and saw two different blind people trying to do the same thing.)

We waited for 15 minutes or so, all the time second-guessing our decision. Would Obama instead land at Prague's old military airport, which was nearby but which would mean Air Force One wouldn't pass overhead? That would certainly make sense from a security standpoint.

Would AF1 really land right over our heads?

Why, yes. Yes it would.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, a glance to the east revealed a large plane approaching, two gigantic, unusual-looking "headlights" shining brightly in the distance.

Air Force One was approaching, and we were in perfect position. I turned my digital camera to video and started shooting:



Still hard to believe that we could get that close to the Boeing 747 that was carrying the president of the United States. I guess they can't close every road around the airport, but you'd think there'd be some kind of security...

The gigantic plane -- in its unmistakable light blue and white, with UNITED STATES OF AMERICA in elegant letters -- passed right overhead with a roar, and then was silhouetted against the setting sun as it touched down.

We'd done it.


Another nice shot of Air Force One making its approach, also taken by Mark.

Although for me, truth be told, the plane itself, while very, very cool, wasn't quite as huge and overwhelming as I had somehow imagined. I don't know what I was expecting. Perhaps if Obama had arrived on the Space Shuttle or something.

A few minutes later, as we celebrated our good luck, a Boeing 757 carrying Secretary of State Hillary Clinton -- painted in the same colors - also passed overhead and landed on the same runway.

Then I had an idea. Why not try to race over to Evropska, the main boulevard linking the airport area with downtown Prague, and watch the motorcade drive by?

I have never pedaled so hard.


Stewart and I catching some rays, and downing a few beers, at a pub in Přední Kopanina, before the landing.


Stewart, on the brink of saying something extraordinary.

It's a good five or six kilometers, I would say, from where we were to where we needed to be, and we only had a few minutes. We were racing through fields and forests, legs pumping furiously, jumping over rocks and roots.

In the end, we missed Obama's motorcade by a few seconds. Damn!

But what a lark, what an adventure!


My best picture from Obama's speech at Prague Castle on April 5. You can just make out Obama and Michelle.

The next day, I was fortunate enough to be in the vast crowd of 20,000 or so who gathered in the massive square outside Prague Castle to hear Obama speak.

Now that was the real thrill.

RIDE STATS (April 4)
Length of ride: 28 kilometers
Average speed: 14.5 kph
Maximum speed: 44.5 kph
Pivo Index: 3
Time on the bike: 1.54.32
Distance ridden so far in 2009: 208.5 kilometers

RIDE STATS (for a previous short solo ride)
Length of ride: 17.5 kilometers
Average speed: 15.5 kph
Maximum speed: 42.0 kph
Time on the bike: 1.06.12



Mark (right) and Stewart enjoy a laugh at the beer garden in Přední Kopanina.


Why talk when you can drink?


The sun sets on a memorable day on the bikes.

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