“There’s nothing to see here!” I told Mark as I scanned the tourist brochure. “Only castles, more than four hundred caves, seventeen of Poland’s twenty-one species of bat and The Hercules Club.”
“Watch that lorry.” I put my hands over my face. “He’s all over the road!” “He’s just avoiding the bumps!” Mark replied. We were grateful for the grip of our hard-won new tyres – this two-lane motorway had a few surprises up its sleeve. The surface looked brand new, but despite the 110kph (70mph) speedContinue reading “The Unpronounceables – Bolków to Ojców, Poland”
In our sights was a cosmopolitan municipality whose university produced nine Nobel laureates and a quirky anti-communist resistance movement. A centre for locomotive manufacture, it’s a place where you can get footplate experiences on the last scheduled steam passenger service in the world. Over the centuries, it has been known by many names, including BreslauContinue reading “Gravestones, Gnomes & Złoty Pies, Wrocław, Poland”
“They will be fine!” The man’s claim was the embodiment of my worst fears. Vans and caravans have specialist tyres. My primary worry about getting them changed abroad was that we would end up with the wrong ones – and this chap’s offering could not be more wrong.