Willa Albatros Gdansk

... to spend time walking along it and sitting on the benches and taking in some sun. it’s just a lovely pier. There is a side pier that is gone and only the pilings are left. Cormorants and seagulls and mallard ducks make this their resting place as they dry their wings and contemplate feathers before jumping in the water again for another snack of fish. A few brave men jump in the water and ...

... milk or dark, white chocolate, and on and on. Oh the menu made one drool. My husband got a classic. I went for the white chocolate with raspberries. Deliciously decadent. How do these people manage to go to work each day? Just sit in the café and have one delightful flavor of chocolate after another. Swiss Miss has been relegated to the back pantry, possibly forever.

... staff comes to his table immediately. We signal that we are ready to order. We are not seen. We leave.<br><br> A jewelry store, an expensive jewelry store. I&#8217;ve gotten dressed up for the occasion, knowing that sometimes I seem to be invisible to clerks. My thought is that they will see I have money and come forward to sell me something. It doesn&#8217;t happen ...

... for once, I was allowed to take photos. Took a lot of photos.<br><br> Things close up in a hurry so that was the last museum we were able to visit. Next was the shopping part of the tour. Mary&#8217;s street, or St. Mary&#8217;s street, wasn&#8217;t sure which, is behind St. Mary&#8217;s church and has a ton of amber shops. I found a cute little necklace with a cat pendant where the ...

... I want when I want. That means just hours of walking around aimlessly taking in the local life and people watching. I am definitely not a museum person, but I found one called the Road to Freedom, or Drogi do Wolnosci in Polish. This is actually the second museum I have been to on this trip (the first being the Tunnel Museum in Sarajevo) and that is two more than I would normally do in about ten years.<br><br>So why two in not even a week? My minor in college ...

... insurance - but if it's possible, then without a doubt, it's happening. The Dumball website has our current map position and we've uploading some of our photos for your viewing pleasure - these should get more weird and wonderful as the week goes on and we try to sort out some of our "challenges" for the week. Our team has to get photos of a) us playing "catch" with a local - sounds easy, and b) us in a river ...

... and just saw them from the bus or stopped just long enough to get off, snap a shot and get back on. We sat in the front of the bus and the window kept leaking on me so I was soaked before we even started. We stopped at the Oliwa Cathedral, built in the 13th century and on the grounds of an old monastery. It has a huge organ and two smaller ones, consisting of 7,876 tin and wood pipes which can imitate the sounds of different musical ...

... several years in Pakistan and had travelled to just about every country you could think of in Europe, Asia, Africa and North America. Partly Jon travelled for business as an expert in Polymers, working for the UN and as part of some retiree - work for your travel costs and accommodation program. They also had travelled a lot for pleasure since their kids had moved out. On top of traveling they had some interesting ...

... 1800 km of tarmac to reach Paris. We have travelled over 7200 miles from Beijing now and at the bar there was a feeling the rally was now over, as no more special stages remain just time controls and passage controls along the road route. We are still cautious as we must not drop any road time over the remaining four days of driving in order to retain our position. As they say it is not over until it is over!

... a Polish chap called Robert who turned out to be an English teacher in Gdansk. He looked fairly harmless and offered to buy us a traditional Polish shot called the 'mad dog'. It had Tabasco, vodka and black currant in it, tasted a little like those Tunes throat sweets. Yummy. Later on we headed onto a nightclub called 'City of Angels' where we danced into the small hours, before heading back to the hostel. 2 nights on the alco-trot. Is there a theme becoming apparent here!?