We left Bratislava about mid day, we knew the ride was quite short and Diana had decided to post home her winter boots and one of Simon’s heavy sweatshirts….So that took a bit of time to sort out in the post office…..
Riding out of Bratislava was quick and easy, we went over the Apollo bridge which we had previously crossed on our ‘Post Socialist Tour’ with Authentic Slovakia and we were soon on a decent cycle track amongst wooded scenery.
We had been told the Apollo Bridge had been constructed complete on one side of the river, then swung into position.
We had wanted to go over the ‘old new bridge’ which is newly complete and intended just for trams and bikes. But it is not officially open yet – some time in June we are told.
A few miles down the river is a man made island, with a hydro electric station, flood prevention works, a white water sports activities centre and an art gallery called Danubiana . We visited the latter!
We spent a very enjoyable few hours looking round.
The space in the gallerywas very pleasing, open and light, feeling very close to the Duna, but protected from it.
The walk through the exhibition spaces seemed to flow, the outside being bought in at times by the view of a sculpture outside the window.
There were a number of sculptures outside and more on the roof, accessed by flowing shallow steps up to them.
Our onwards ride was a straight run along the side of the Duna, which in this part has been canalized. Fortunately we had a following wind today from the NW.
We rode along a strip of land that ran for some miles between the main river and the previous river course of the Duna, with a wide grassy slope on one side. It was along here we disturbed 2 deer, who ran off as we approached…. they galloped in front of us for some 3km before they realised they could just stop and we would pass safely by.
We got caught in a couple of very heavy downpours; thankfully the air temperature was around 17c so, although it was very wet, we did not get cold. Especially Diana’s feet, now in sandles!
We arrived at our Pension at Gobčikovo for the night and settled in, making ourselves understood with Simon’s rudimentary German language skills with the owner who spoke Slovakian, Hungarian and basic German….. but no English.
Bratislava to Gobčikovo: 34 miles.
Distance travelled to date: 1,503 miles.