Day 101 : The BEE Tour - Genesis
Trip Start
Mar 23, 2010
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Trip End
Mar 23, 2011
Where I stayed
Hotel Fiddy Centro
It's time again to head back into the scary world of travelling out the back of our car, leaving the safe, warm and stable confines of our Berlin home...
Poland was first on the itinerary of what would be our continually evolving Eastern-Euro/Balkan Tour. Wroclaw (apparently pronounced VROTS-wahv) was our first stop, a student town with its charms, vying to be the "next Krakow". We were not impressed by the towns only campsite, which was essentially a swampy field next to an oily docking bay and junkyard. The town square was a lot nicer, thankfully, and we managed to score 1kg of food for around 5 euro (inc. drinks!). We recommend seeing the largest panorama painting in the world, which had a remarkably realistic 3D effect - Not much else though.
Word to the wise: Upon crossing the border from DE to PL, the roads seem to magically and instantly degrade to a state of rubble and you will be met by many, many, many broken down Benz's with poor Turkish men who just need a few of your Euro's for petrol money in exchange for "gold rings" as collateral (these look as impressive as your favourite childhood gum-ball machine jewellery).
Poland was first on the itinerary of what would be our continually evolving Eastern-Euro/Balkan Tour. Wroclaw (apparently pronounced VROTS-wahv) was our first stop, a student town with its charms, vying to be the "next Krakow". We were not impressed by the towns only campsite, which was essentially a swampy field next to an oily docking bay and junkyard. The town square was a lot nicer, thankfully, and we managed to score 1kg of food for around 5 euro (inc. drinks!). We recommend seeing the largest panorama painting in the world, which had a remarkably realistic 3D effect - Not much else though.
Word to the wise: Upon crossing the border from DE to PL, the roads seem to magically and instantly degrade to a state of rubble and you will be met by many, many, many broken down Benz's with poor Turkish men who just need a few of your Euro's for petrol money in exchange for "gold rings" as collateral (these look as impressive as your favourite childhood gum-ball machine jewellery).

