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I'll probably remember more stuff and put it here over the next couple of days.
It was my last trip to the same place at the end of June last year that was the real eye-opener for me, and it was actually a more exciting holiday. But that's to be expected with the benefits of more daylight hours, nice weather and no cold virus to get in the way of the fun.Osioł's Previous Adventure Part 1Not in chronological order
We finally crossed the border into Poland having queued up for three quarters of an hour or so. I had pointed out of the car window. 'What is that?' I asked, anticipating hearing the name of the river that forms that part of the German border.
'It's a river.'
Thank you very much, guys.
Anyway, we'd driven a long way across Europe, pretty much trouble-free. We enter Poland - we enter a traffic jam. So Grzegorz the driver decided to take a short cut, straight into a smaller traffic jam. But within half an hour or so we were in a village with cobbled streets. The buildings - they looked so... Polish! One of those things it's hard to explain to those who don't know. We stopped and asked for directions.
The lady had a way of gesticulating to almost paint a picture for her description of how to get to... I understood a few words, but enjoyed the intonation of her voice and the fact that I was not expected to understand a word of it. All I had to do was sit on the back seat and guard (ie. not drink all of) the vodka.
We waited at a railway crossing - one that actually had barriers and a little buzzer to inform drivers that a train really was going to pass. By now the sun was beginning to go down and the hue of the sunlight catching the trees and the fence by the road made me feel warm. Or was that the vodka. You need vodka to cope with being a passenger in a car driving all the way across Germany.
Later that evening, I woke up to the sound of the engine juddering to a halt. We were stopping for beer and sausages. That should really be piwo i kiełbase. Three blonde waitresses, almost identical triplets served up the delicious food. I had been warned to expect something to do with pretty women and nice women, but life is always so much more interesting in the doing rather than in the telling.
I slept most of the night, and the drive continued through most of the night. I woke up to the bright early morning summer sun ahead of us and fields, farmhouses and orchards passing with still miles and miles yet to go, but I was happy just to stare out the window, watch the scenery and laugh quietly to myself at the words both my companions, particularly Darek, repeated to me many times:
You go to Poland. Maybe you no come back!to be copntinued