26/08/2023

Not only did the metal bridge disturb my slumbers, but so did a drunk who kept belting out the same few song lines. Would have liked to belt him! Despite waking tired, we both cracked out a 4km run, well stagger / shuffle in my case.

In my humble opinion, it was too hot to take dogs on a long race. Afterwards, I saw one lady applying ointment to her dogs paws and another chap pouring water over his dog. Animal welfare not at its best.

We paid our £4.30 for both of us to enter the Sanok Folk Museum. We are finding that now we’re off the international tourist route, entry prices are much lower. We’ve seen enough cooking bowls and shovel museums, but this was buildings. Poland’s largest collection of buildings. Why does it always have to be largest, oldest etc … not always the best! Buildings were grouped depending on where they came from within the region. Some you could enter, others had wooden grills you could look through. They got a bit samey after a while … and it was hot.

Feeling a little drained, after our run and the heat, we decided against driving to dip our toes into the Bieszczady National Park where we knew we couldn’t walk with Corrie. So we missed seeing Poland’s highest dam! We arrived at a camper park just outside Przemysl at the bottom of a chairlift and by a small outdoor pool. For £7.40pn we’ve a key to toilets, showers, water and WiFi.

We went straight into laundry mode … Kerstin’s bedding, nearly all our knickers and clothes … there were washing lines too! Insufficient for all our laundry, so I suspended a line from our awning. Suddenly, the wind got severely up … J hung onto the awning – just – I had visions of him doing a James and the Giant Peach … only in the case James and the Flapping Awning. I got the laundry and line down and reeled in the awning. It’s a new one, a freek gust took the old one last year.

I decided I wasn’t cooking. As J is won’t cook, can’t cook, that meant one thing… we’re eating out. A 10 minute walk to the old town.

One would have thought we’d staggered home, but Greek Raki after a meal has us in good training. Don’t think we’ll be challenging any Poles to a drinking session … we’ve been warned. And they knock it back … we sip!