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zloty, zloty, Gdansk

Maxxanfame: 26.08.2019

My husband cursed a lot on the way to Gdansk. Phew. Endless road closures, confusing detours, gravel roads, and patchwork pavements. It was exhausting and of course took much longer than planned. Henry bravely endured it and hardly complained.

At this point, a huge thank you to Ole, who always safely takes us from A to B and is the worst co-pilot of all time.

When we arrived at the campsite "Camping 218," it was packed, but luckily we found a tiny gap where we could squeeze in our motorhome. Otherwise, one of us would have probably burst.

Campsite Idyll
Campsite Idyll


We arrive calmly, go to the beach, and splash around. In the evening, we have potatoes with herb quark and salad.

Elisabeth, without your wonderful spices, our food would have died of boredom. With them, we can pimp up anything. Chimichuri on fresh cheese cucumber bread is currently my personal favorite.

Thank you!

But I should write something about Gdansk. Even at the risk of repeating myself: it's a beautiful city. We go in by bus and train and get off where most people get off. At first, we don't know exactly where to go. The family next to us is in the same situation, and so we start with a funny back and forth and a nice conversation about the city center of Gdansk. Before we even start walking, I'm magically attracted to a photo booth. I really want a tangible memory of our trip, not just a lot of beautiful digital images. So I enter the booth, choose a cheesy background, and close the door. Henry immediately starts screaming excessively. I panic, want to open the door again, and at that moment, the photo is taken. And when the printer gives up halfway, the family picture is perfect. As long as Daddy is smiling. It will be framed at home. It couldn't have gone better.

Photo Booth Adventure
Photo Booth Adventure


Henry quickly calms down, and we briefly go to the tourist information office to get a nice guided tour of the city.

The first street we walk through is already incredibly impressive. The narrow houses typical of an old Hanseatic city line up and surpass each other with decorations and special features.


In the following streets, we once again see how harmoniously old and new can coexist side by side. Great.




We cross the Motlawa River twice, stroll through a food court, and take advantage of Henry's nap time to eat delicious pierogies. I can only say Chorizo and Mascarpone.

After that, we spend some time on the playground, and at the end of the day, we are a bit disappointed by the market hall, which seems to consist only of strange cheap shops and butcher shops. Henry gets impatient, and our feet are getting tired.

Off home. 40 minutes by bus and train, folks, sometimes says more about a city than 6 hours of strolling around.

Tired Bus Driver
Tired Bus Driver


In any case, we decide to continue our journey the next day. It's really nice here, but we've had enough of the city.

We're going to explore Poland a bit more and are already looking forward to being home and seeing all of you.

Annika

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