Jura Krakowsko-Częstochowska - a place for a weekend trip

Taking advantage of the sunny and warm as at the end of October Sunday, we decided to use the last rays of the autumn sun and take a small package to the Kraków-Częstochowa Upland, or rather to its northern part, near Złoty Potok. Our plans include visiting the ruins of the castle in Ostrężnik, the ruins of the castle in Mirów, and at the end of the day making a fire and eating sausages.

At 12 o'clock the bus was already fully loaded and in the composition of Dominik, Bartek, Maciek, Alicja and Marek we headed towards the Jura. On the way we stopped in Biedronka for a little shopping, and immediately after that we went to our first point of the trip, i.e. to Ostrężnik for sightseeing castle ruins. The ruins are located on a small hill, which we climbed quickly and efficiently and started exploring, e.g. Maciej decided to visit the Ostrężnicka Cave there, where, as he later told and showed photos, he saw bats and numerous spiders, so it's good that I was not tempted by go in there. Alicja and Marek disappeared from our sight somewhere for a moment, and Bartek and I took pictures and admired the view from above, which presented a typical autumn landscape, where we did not look, the leaves formed a brown-gold carpet on the ground. Unfortunately, this "carpet" turned out to be very tricky, because it hid stones under it, on which it was easy to trip and fall. It was unfortunate that Maciej, jumping off the wall, unfortunately fell on such a stone, hidden under the leaves, which was additionally wet and twisted his ankle. It was not without dizziness and a momentary rest, but after a few moments Maciej returned to the living and the boys took their friend by the arm and together they dragged him down to the bus, where the ankle got relief in the form of ice, and for Maciek the sightseeing was over but he could get to know Tripi better, as he spent most of the day there, although he had nothing to complain about as he lay comfortably back on the couch. After treating the ankle, we went to another place to visit the ruins of the castle, this time in Mirów. We took some photos on the spot, we climbed the rocks, we drank warm tea until the sun started to slowly set.

So we decided to find a place between the rocks and there we decided to make an ognicho. We went downstairs to get Maciek and some food to climb up to our spot again, but our helpful colleagues took turns bringing our wounded and after a while we were all upstairs and we could light a fire. Bartek, the foreman, known for his survival preferences, lit a fire in no time, on which we quickly baked sausages. While eating and drinking a beer, we talked about our holiday adventures and various journeys, during which there was no end to laughter, but the later the hour came, the colder it got, which meant that, unfortunately, it was time to slowly go home. Going down we admired the starry sky, and Alicja showed us the constellations, which we tried to see what, for example, came with a big problem for me. When we were all seated in our time machine, we could safely move towards Katowice. On the way, we had some unpleasant moments, because from the very beginning something was knocking strangely in the bus, as if a ping-pong ball was bouncing off the bus. Initially, we thought that something was sticking to us, but with each subsequent kilometer, this something felt louder and louder, and finally it started to rumble ... it turned out that our placenta was dying. We got to Katowice somehow to drop Maciek, Ala and Marek and, hoping that the bus would not fall, we went to Chorzów to drop me off ...

Well, yes, I managed to get Dominika home, and I still had the route to Tychy, unfortunately after about 3km I was almost forced to call a tow truck because the bearing broke and the wheel blocked ... blocking the entrance to the gas station I had to push the bus a little further and as he took his hand away, the bus started to roll again. There was nothing else for me to do but a tow truck or rolling home at a snail's pace ... the lack of funds, however, made option 2 win, so I installed a warning triangle on the tailgate and I was traversing the last 30 km of the route at a dizzying speed of 15 km / h. It's good that the traffic at this time was already very small, so I did not obstruct the movement of other drivers :) On the second day I took everything apart and it turned out that someone who had previously fumbled with the bearings forgot to give enough grease for the inner bearing and was working all the time it was almost dry, until it faded ... Fortunately, it fell just outside the house, and not somewhere in the wilderness during our trip through Southeastern Europe ...

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Tripciak Crew
Tripciak Crew

We are two students of Tourism and Recreation at AWF Katowice who want to visit the deepest corners of the world. Our teaser and passion for adventurous journeys, combined with Bartek's childhood dream from childhood, resulted in the purchase of an old school square - Tripciak :) The idea to buy a bus and tour the whole world was born when little Bartuś, who was only 5 years old, saw the cult fairy tale for the first time Scooby Doo and their crew in the crazy The Mystery Machine ... additionally infected with a travel note from an early age. From that moment, he started dreaming about his own bus, where he will be able to visit the whole world, getting to know foreign cultures, people, curiosities and secrets that the world hides;) Finally, after 16 years of dreams, he managed to buy a worn VW T3, which served almost 20 years as German ambulance - becoming the apple of his eye. After stormy deliberations, together with his chosen one, they named him Tripciak gloBus! We also invite you to our blog: http://tripciakglobus.blogspot.com/

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America by car, part 6/10 - Lake Powell, Monument Valley
Today we noticed that we start to wake up later and later - 8:00 and go to bed later and later 2:00, which means - we are slowly switching to the American time J Lamp from the morning, which makes me and Gmurcia very happy, because yesterday we were a bit blown in Grand Canyon. Śniadanko, as in a roadside motel, quite modest, so Jeż bought some ham and cheese so that we would not starve. We didn't start until 10:30 and it was a completely unplanned place. We bought a rally to Antelope Slot Canyon - a paradise for photographers, a very picturesque land, simply a miracle !!!! I was furious since the morning, because there is a fate hanging over my photographic equipment from the beginning of the expedition - one lens completely broken, yesterday in the Grand Canyon the "fool" fell and something is not in contact there and this problem with the batteries ... Luckily we have one more long lens and the great equipment of Jeż J, everyone admired him today, and the photos from the canyon were really amazing. Before the route to Monument Valley, we veered off the Page route to the dam, and only then experienced a visual shock. Sometimes it is worth changing the direction of the road, because the beautiful Lake Powell has appeared in front of us, with many bays - almost like "Norwegian fjords", all surrounded, of course, by mountains. We got to Monument Valley - a place known to everyone from westerns, fortunately we arrived before sunset, red rock blocks of various shapes, resembling people, dogs and even ET, red earth and poor vegetation - a real film landscape. And then on the road, there are over 200 miles of journey ahead of us, this time a super driver GmurciaJ behind the wheel. She quickly learned what and how in this great car and she liked the cruise control the most. At 8:30 PM we got to Page, for dinner at a typical country pub with live music, where we tasted a real American steak - yummy !!!! The pubs are closed quickly, so at 10 p.m. we moved on, as it turned out later - on a road full of surprises. Marcin took the helm. Initially everything was going as planned, all the way to Kanab (about halfway from Page, our dinner - to Cedar City, Utah, where we were staying. Then we took one of the two options - a shorter route but through the mountains (shortcut) ... It was past midnight. With time it started to get a bit dramatic - we drove, drove, drove ... Our Chrysler, which had been burning decently so far, on the winding mountain roads began to eat like a dragon and the fuel pointer dynamically moved towards the letter E for Empty. The moon on the left like from a fairy tale, hmm, rather like from a horror movie it was timidly low above the trees, then seeing our progressive stress with the situation, decided to throw in his three pennies and went out behind the clouds. So it got completely dark, we were driving with minimal visibility, and it started ... The first one shouted Ela: "BEWARE! ROE!!!" On the left side, out of nowhere, a giant deer suddenly jumped out in front of the car's hood (Marcin braked suddenly) and then passed (flew over) on his right side, passing the mirror with his hoof by about 5 cm ... Terrified, but at the same time happy that we are in one piece, we moved on with minimum speed and soul on our shoulder ... From then on, we looked for glistening - sinister - eyes on the roadside. And finally we saw - a fox, more deer, some furry the size of a monstrous nutria (or maybe a beaver?), A few more deer ... To turn up the already very tense atmosphere - only a hitchhiker with a saw was missing ... And our target town of Cedar City was still not on the horizon. Imagine our surprise when it turned out that we were driving at an altitude of over 3,000 meters and that we were surrounded by heaps of snow. At one point we passed over a meter long snowdrifts… Finally, a signpost appeared, which confirmed that we were going at least in the right direction - after 1 am we drove to the dormant, Mormon Cedar City in Utah. It is not difficult to guess that after these emotions we dreamed of a bottle of cold beer, but what was our disappointment when, at one of the few open stations, we found out that, first of all: after 1 am (until 7 am) in the whole city will not sell us any alcohol, and secondly: the time has changed - watches an hour ahead ... With our noses on the fifth, we were looking for our motel, going back and forth on Main Street - nowhere to find it. Desperate, we finally stopped the police (exactly) and here a pleasant surprise once again - after a short exchange of views, the policeman patrolling the city agreed, huh, he himself suggested that he would lead us to the place! And so - almost escorted by the police, in the middle of the night, thousands of miles from home, we happily drove to the next motel on our route. A very young and handsome (as the girls said) the policeman said goodbye to us with the words - "BE SAFE, GUYS". After 3:30 we went to bed and it was the shortest night so far.