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Travel Blogs from Konstancin-Jeziorna
... who (to put it politely) has some mental health issues and tests our patience. The other Joanne on board is not very mobile ....and so it goes on. Such are the joys of travel en masse like this. To me the view out the window allows me to drift along as the wooded areas, villages and agricultural land go by. The plains of Belarus are vast and the debt to Russia equally so. The country is poor, the export potential low and all they produce goes to ...
... It was Saturday so I couldn’t get to a bank until Monday. You
would think that in a city like Berlin you would be able to get by with credit,
but this is not the case. Nowhere would accept my card, and I started to get
It was Saturday night in Berlin, and I was determined to
make something happen. Unfortunately my determination died when I went back to
the hostel to figure out what to do, but I ...
... I haven’t really got a clue where I am or what shopping I’m missing.
We spent a few hours walking the streets of the Old Town which has been completely and faithfully restored after being reduced to rubble during the war. It’s 'genuinely' the same (enough for UNESCO World Heritage listing) only different. The buildings look authentic and the view from the top is superb despite the overcast day. The atmosphere is very relaxed notwithstanding the ...
... place where there were tonnes of security and soldiers and men in suits, and inside was a church service. I think the polish president may have been there? But I'm not too sure. I found another nice restaurant where I ate Borscht and mushroom crepes which were delicious. Then I went to the warsaw museum, which was interesting, but the security followed me about 5 metres behind throughout which was unnerving and unnecessary. I'm not too sure why myself ...
... him their seat. It struck me how nice that was that they respected this older gentleman in their society.
He was dressed in a heavy winter coat that went almost to the ground. He had a fedora on his head, spectacles and carried a cane. He looked like an elderly grandfather that was on his way somewhere important, but he was getting there by bus.
By no means am I an expert on Polish history, but I know enough and have seen enough ...