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So Leszek, and I, were dropped at the bikes and off we went to the wedding.
We got there and it was obvious from the outset this was a very private party. Whilst I was very happy to be there, it was a little awkward at first as, I being typically English spoke no other language than my own. Actually i did point out I speak at least five languages, English, American, Australian, New Zealand, and Canadian, most of them could only speak a few.
The guests arrived and ...
... and we drive in near-torrential rain to meet our friends for our weeks’ holiday. When we arrive, we meet four drowned rats and their suitcases jam-packed with summer-wear. We go in to check out our apartment and catch up, all very much hoping that the weather will change for our week in Gdansk.
During the next week, we spend 7 fun-filled days and nights exploring Gdansk and the local area with our friends. We are disappointed to spend little time at the ...
... sorry if I spelt that wrong, then went back to Mirek's apartment via an off licence to get and, to drink quite a lot more beer. During the evening we had a lot of fun, took some pics, and at some point decided to go get hotdogs. They said I could wait there, but I insisted I came along, they had not let me pay for anything, and that I should at least buy the hotdogs
Leszek and I slept on the bed, whilst I assume Mirek slept on the couch.
... would appear like magic, so stopping to take in the view became a non-option.
After about 9 km, we came to a juncture where the electric mini trams, that bring people out to the dunes, disgorge their passengers, so we parked the bikes and walked. Within 100m we were in the sand dunes and away from the attention of mossies, and we could begin to appreciate our surroundings. The sand is so soft, it almost feels oily. It is almost white and ...
... one of many I’m sure, in my personality, in that I WILL NOT be defeated by some %*&*^^ bit of technology that %*^^!! Well should work and it won’t.
Having blown several gaskets trying to get internet access and lost 2.5 hours in the process and walked goodness knows how far around the marina trying to get a signal that worked, the harbourmaster finally understood my ...