22-25/09/2022
Night of 21st was spent at a lovely spot along the Vistula outside Torun. The intention had been to visit Torun, medieval historic centre and birthplace of Copernicus. However, J woke up and wanted to run. So it was Torun or To Run. J ran and I walked Corrie.


We arrived at the campsite in time to pay and shower. I threw a load in the included in the price machine. So I’m now on load 3. It’s included in the canpsite price. We’re here for 4 nights, so I reckon I’ve one load to go!!!
We caught the bus and tram into the centre, after a 2.2km walk to the nearest bus stop. I’m sure the campsite website implied the stop was nearer. Ho hum. We met Simon, J’s no. 2 son, who has just taken a job here. Another bus into the old town and a lovely meal in the square. It was an Uber home. 30 mins by car, over 80 mins by bus and foot. At £8.50, it was a no brainer!
On Saturday, we were up and at ’em. J skipped breakfast! Walk, bus, and tram into the old town to join a 10.30 old town walking tour (free … tips). We had time for breakfast … croissant eggs benedict. A large tour group but the diminutive guide had good voice projection. And a very dry sense of humour. She’s managed to convince us that whilst Warsaw it is not as pretty as Krakow, it fought and was flattened in WW2. Funnily enough, she didn’t mention Gdasnk which is stunning and was flattened.







In the afternoon, Corrie went home with Simon and crashed out. J and I visited the Jewish Museum. Well, only half it. An audio guide was included in the price, but we still got confused as to how Jews integrated and were accepted or not through the centuries. It’s a massive museum and despite folding chairs you could carry around with you, it was tiring. We aborted by the time we got to the interwar period. It really needs two bites at it.






An Uber back to Simon’s apartment for J to have a nanny nap and watch the England v Chile rugby World Cup. Then supper out and just a few wines in an Irish bar for the much better Ireland v South Africa game. J’s two daughters were there for this game and Sarah’s husband is from South Africa… can imagine the banter.

Uber back to the campsite. Just as well one of us was sober to get us home … and I wouldn’t dare say which of us that was!
On Sunday we caught bus and trams to Praga. It took longer than it should as I wasn’t paying attention so we over shot an interchange. Praga is over the Vistula River. It used to be a no go area but has been cleaned up. Not much there but a good cafe vibe.





Simon had told us about the free Chopin concert in the park. We missed a bus and then got dropped by the bus right over the other side. Part of our route to the concert was barred by road works. And then we were evicted by a park official … no dogs in this park! We walked around the park, up the hill which Simon’s running club uses for hill training!, to the park’s main gate. Late and barred, we sat on a bench outside and listened.


We met Simon after and went for a drink. Lovely view over the park we’d been barred from (have I mentioned that before?!) and of the Legia football stadium. We had passed loads of supporters walking to and around the park. And nearly as many policemen. And a squad of riot police with gas, shields and batons! Simon explained that Poland still has football hooliganism. Strange given how safe it is.




Our last day in Warsaw. We had booked at 10 a.m. Jewish history tour. That was cancelled as we would have had to leave before 8.00! Booked a 1.30 WW2 instead, which gave us time for a light lunch. Good tour covering the Ghetto Uprising and the Warsaw Uprising. But to be honest, we knew most of the content by now. The sheer numbers of killed are just staggering. For instance, 100,000 Jews died in the Ghetto from starvation, homelessness and disease alone. After the Warsaw Uprising, the Germans systematically looted and then blew up 85% of the city. In 1939, Warsaw was the 7th largest European city with a population of 1.3 million. When Russia took over, Warsaw only 6% of the population were attempting to live in the ruins. We walked a bit more around the old (reconstructed) town before Simon joined us for supper in the old town.










We really enjoyed our time in Warsaw. Definitely want to visit the museums on the next trip. But it is a big city and doesn’t have the charm of Gdasnk or Krakow. We are sooo citied out that we’ve made the decision to skip Poznan.
We are now on the long road back to the UK to empty and clean Jez and pick up the Greek car.




















































































