Next stop, Lodz Poland

A very tough riding day but we were closing in on the Polish city of Lodz.
Sol's emotional baggage grew as he knew we were approaching his father's home town of Lodz.
This also happened to be my Uncle Abe's home town. The huge Jewish populations here were quickly decimated by the invading Nazis.
After 600kms of riding in all manner of weather conditions I took this fuel/food stop opportunity to do a quick video update.
At one point while Sol and I were riding on some magnificent highways almost alone in the middle of no where the calm dry skies darkened quite abruptly as the heavy rain clouds decided to empty right above us.
We had absolutely no cover and quickly pulled over, stopped and began to don our wet weather gear. While sitting on the edge of the roadway a small truck pulled up behind us and began blabbering to us in Polish. I told him we speak English so he immediately told us to "get out of here NOW". He said "you cannot be sitting on the road".
They have hidden cameras along the roads everywhere and he was told to go out and move us along.