Visiting Gdansk Part 3. Plus Visiting Sopot!
Now, we are
picking up the story the next morning in Gdansk. Our first morning in Gdansk!
We were extremely glad when we got up and realized we were nowhere near the
used condom, so we probably didn’t touch it. Actually, I’m 100% sure we didn’t
touch it!
The previous day
at one of our coffee breaks we had the chance to talk to a guy, who was
actually the owner of the coffee. He was a super nice dude, he told us he’s
been to Budapest around 1988, when people in Hungary already heard of the
Solidarity movement, and the anticommunist thoughts of Polish people – and
Hungarian people loved the idea of getting rid of the commies. So, our man went
to a bar, it turned out he was Polish, and Hungarians kept buying him glasses
of wine, he told us he got so drunk he couldn’t walk the next day! There is
Polish-Hungarian friendship for you! Anyways, why I’ve started talking about
our new friend is because, he told us, that windy weather was the perfect time
to visit Sopot, where you could walk down the pier, watch the huge waves. Well,
as you probably read, we didn’t go to Sopot that day, however we did go there
the next day! And that’s where our story continues…
We got up reasonably
early – I mean after being up the previous day from 0445 till 2345 – and our
first trip was to the train station, where we got on a train and traveled to
Sopot. It was a nice 20ish minutes train ride from station to station. That day
we were lucky with our weather, it was sunny, and only a tiny bit of breeze hit
us time to time. Maybe breeze is not the right expression, it was more like
wind, but after the previous day it seemed much-much lighter.
So, when we got off the train, we couldn’t help noticing the beautiful
architecture of the weekend houses. They were beautiful and huuuge! It was
something like a 20-30 minutes’ walk to the seashore, and it was pretty
amazing! I wish I lived there – or I’d be on Erasmus in Gdansk.
When we got to the pier… well I wouldn’t say that we were disappointed,
although we were kinda disappointed. I think we both expected something more
glorious? I don’t know what we were expecting, but I’m sure as hell we got
something else. And don’t get me wrong it was nice, and interesting, but
nothing really special. And on top of that it turned out that during tourists’
season you have to pay to enter the pier! Why the hell would I pay to walk on
the pier?! I hate it when I have to pay for something like this… Like the city
wouldn’t help itself to tourists’ money anyway. But let’s not get bogged down
on what you have to pay for and what not, let’s stick to the main story. While
we were walking on the shore, I’ve spotted a cargo ship. And then another. And
then another! And then yet another! And then yet another! Holly molly we were
near a very important shipping route! Massive cargo ships were all over the
horizon! What an amazing view?! Yeah, I am aware of the negative impacts of
those beasts on the environment, but I still adore them very much. I think I
have a thing for ships… They are just so awesome! And it doesn’t really matter
whether they are some massive cargo ships or just a little canoe. If it floats,
I love it simple as that. Except cruse ships. I hate cruse ships. They are just
a great example of over tourism, and they have terrible effects on the
environment – mostly because no politician wanna deal with regulating the
emissions of any ship basically.
When we were cold
and hungry enough to be motivated to leave the beach, we went for an authentic Polish
restaurant: McDonald’s. Yeah… I’m not proud of that, but we were starving, and
we’ve realized something about this interesting city. It’s basically just a
city to show off. So, what we’ve realized was the fact that all restaurants in
reachable distance were super fancy, super show-offy however that was not what
we wanted. I admit there are times in your life when you feel like having a
beautifully served meal, with a price equivalent with Greece’s annual GDP, but
that day we felt more like some simple food which would last in our stomachs
for more than 2… seconds.
Sopot is like
Siófok – for Hungarians – for the rest of my readers it is something like Miami,
I guess. Nice houses expensive cars, huge number of wannabe influencers with
tiny tops and shorts, and of course orange skin. It is an interesting place let’s
agree on that.
I’ll continue the
story tomorrow, just to make it a little more enjoyable(?)
Till then, take
care and have a great day,
Almos
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