Pensjonat Hb Gdansk

... town along the bike/walking trail that runs next to the beach.

As we walk along, we pass some magnificent old houses. Sopot was once and might still be a lovely seaside resort for Poles with money. Some of the other old houses have turned into museums and bed and breakfast places. We pass a "lody" place. We know that this means ice cream so get a soft serve cone. Hubby has a cappuccino as he ...

... came very thick, almost as thick as chocolate pudding. I tasted hers and it was like chocolate pudding! As the drink cooled, it got thicker and thicker. They bring a spoon along with it so that you can finish it to the bottom of the glass. Yum!

Yesterday we are walking up the square in Sopot, Poland and I notice people sitting in a café with cups of what looks like ...

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These are small examples. These things happen to us all the time. We aren’t bad looking people, we aren’t dressed shabbily, we don’t sit in the corner in the dark, and yet we can be ignored in the best to the worst of places that we visit, and in whatever country we visit. Has service become so bad that service staff and wait people and ...

... The top floor had some paintings that were enjoyable. The next floors had furniture from the period including some wonderful old ceramic tile stoves from floor to ceiling. We even got into the kitchen. Usually you don’t get to see the kitchen.

Back on track to go get baked potatoes. I had a Mexican and hubby had a cheese. They were quite tasty. Not exactly Mexican like ...

... Polish chicken scratch. I got some change from a much, much, much nicer and German speaking lady at a kiosk who told me the bus to the main station was three Zloty, or about a buck. I found the bus stop outside the terminal and had two choices, the 110 or 210, and I had no clue which was the one. Nothing like a coinflip to get you on your way in a strange place.

Three young girls must have sensed I was struggling with the timetable posted on a ...

... a massive rebuilding program with the lead up to the pier flanked each side by a building site. After some initial confusion about where we got our tickets for the pier I found the right booth, two fingers and another pointing in the direction of the sea was enough to convince the lady in the booth that I wanted 2 tickets for the pier and not some elicit adventure with her in the sea. Molo is apparently the longest wooden pier in Europe and despite a few amber sellers and a ...

... entrances to the city long ago and marks the beginning of a restored area of buildings and shops. It would have been a very nice place to walk around, shop, look at buildings and get a bite to eat except that it is all outdoors and it was pouring rain. Our guide had a very irritating voice and style of speaking. As soon as we got off the bus we, along with half the bus, ditched her and just walked around
on our own. We found a ...

... hour and settled for the hour shortened tour. We waited for our guide, and when she arrived, it was just the two of us, and she couldn't speak English, well, just two words, original and restoration. In we went, and because we couldn't understand each other, we started overtaking groups. Where the hour tour was meant to finish, we had been going for twenty minutes, so we got to see the whole place !!! It had been pretty destroyed during WW2, but a ...

... midnight and Christmas eve day! So I had few hours to kill so I went to spend my remaining zlotys on getting a yoghurt and some snack for the nearly 6h train ride, since I was already on the road since the morning, nonetheless it was needed. I also ended up in a Alcohol store to buy a bottle of wine for Anja's Christmas. Then by 17h, I boarded the long-self-cabin night train that cross Poland from one border to another. Got my ticket controlled once, and again when the controller ...

... p*tterned checked shirt on?! After * bit more he*ving petting I *ssumed I w*s in like Errol Flyn *nd we were on the w*y b*ck to the Hostel when she ch*nged her mind *nd I h*d to p*y 70Z for the c*b (well, I suppose I would h*ve h*d to p*y it *nyw*y!) Tim *nd Si got * few points in *s well - however, due to * memory loss I need to upd*te this bit of the blog I think! P*tchy Night but the Birthd*y D*y w*s superb - god bless Polish women! :o)