What will not be told

So you will have realised from my previous entry that you were not destined to read about my catestrophic bike failure in the outskirts of Berlin (deemed irrepairable by the first bike shop i took it to), my subsequent rescue by a drill-wielding knight in shining lycra, my explorations of an abandoned amusement park, my attempted adoption by a probable serial killer, my musings on the differences between Germany and Poland having cycled the same stretch of the rover Oder/Odra on both sides or my hilarious descovery that Poland's currency is mot the euro.