Easter time across Europe. And days off work. yay!
Spring however is no where to be seen. Wind, snow and rain have joined forces against the sun to ensure that the sky is kept grey at all times. You would think that one might choose a lovely warm place to travel to at this time. Well, nope. We chose Poland. Was it cold? yes. Was it grey? yes. Did we regret it. Nuh…uh. and here’s why…
Wroclaw…pronounced as ‘vrɔt͡swaf’ (ha, now try saying that) is a lovely place tucked away in Poland. Our decision to head here was based on mere chance. For those who do not already know, a great way to travel around Europe is carpooling. It’s also a good way to get some inside info, if it’s a local that’s driving you down. We found six seats to take us to Wroclaw, and that was how the destination was decided. Our chauffeur for the day was a sarcastic, chatty, friendly Polish person (who also accompanied us on our pub crawl later)
Accommodation is not that expensive either. Our abode for four days was Hostel Wartislavia. Helpful staff and a clean, friendly space.
Say hello to our leggy roomie 🙂
An easy way to acquaint yourself with the city is to join the free walking tours. The walk took us through many enchanting lanes and sights. Awe-inspiring architecture, breath-taking bridges, cool graffiti, and not to forget the mysterious gnomes that keep appearing around nooks and corners of the city.
Concrete tales. Tall and proud. What news from the past?
Red, yellow, green. A new world that remains to be seen.
Mysterious gnomes. What mischief have you been up to today?
The world’s your canvas – Street Art
So that was the planned, touristy bit. When in Poland, be prepared for randomness, and for this local acquaintances come in quite handy. On our second day in Wroclaw, our ride from the previous day, called to let us know that he is coming to our hostel to take us to a ‘cool’ pub he has never visited and an ‘alternative’ concert from a band he has never heard of. Well, why not.
The pub was pretty charming, especially the window, which was a pane covered with a raincoat. The music was…alternative. It revolved around the musicians throwing sticks and plates around, while screaming into the microphone at regular intervals. You grow into it after a while, really, you do.
The streets too at times reflected this randomness that I have come to associate with and like about Poland. (Don’t be surprised if you ask a local for something and their answer – just to sum up – reflects, “Maybe, may not be, we’ll see.”)
There are also a number of cosy places to grab a quick bite.
A lovely set-up for cup cakes and ice-cream (and yes it was cold, brr)
Candy earrings anyone?
Wroclaw was truly two worlds – tall, old churches and screaming graffiti. Grey unadorned blocks and elegant ornate buildings. An unexpected journey, laughter, card games, quiet walks, fun times, crazy friends, – all one needs is to point to a place on a map. Wonder what the next destination should be. Any thoughts?