Today we postponed our departure for a few hours. This last stretch was shorter than usual, to we tried to work a bit before we'd be tired from cycling. We also had to clean our bikes, as we've trailed some rough terrain lately.
We rolled until half of the way and had our lunch break in a small town called Lapy. There, Julian decided to shock the locals by riding the unicycle and Andi began wondering why we carry a bottle of mustard since Hungary. We contacted our local team in Bialystok and were told to wait for police escort.
When the escort arrived, we were dazzled. Two police cars flew into the town, blue lights and sirens disturbing the peaceful square, and the caravan formed. "We don't stop at the traffic lights", the officers told us. This was about to become funny.
We set off with one man down, first car in front, then the cyclists, then Boris, then the second car, then a line of traffic a few kilometers long. We had to stop twice on the way for the officers to let some cars pass, and as we reached the rendez-vous point, our local team and a few more cyclists joined the caravan as well.
As we moved into the center, two more police cars joined, and then proceeded to block all the traffic, with four sirens on and the crowds staring at this unusual show. When we reached the main square, we were surprised by another large group of people expecting us, including many reporters. Tricky was the media darling, the city authorities officially welcomed us and we got to know our local team.
We went to the dormitories, settled in and had a great dinner with the crew. Another amazing Polish welcome.
Stage I completed, six more to go.