Wartime gritty to resort city
Poland Day 23. It was time to head back to Gdańsk and see what I could see in whatever was left of the day.
I checked out of Wolf’s Lair. The taxi driver I used two days before returned at 8am to pick me up and deposit me back at the station. It was too early for breakfast at the hotel but I had an orange and a wafer bar (they’re big news in Poland) to last me until lunchtime. And a tin of tuna… though I couldn’t quite bring myself to go there.
Apart from the back-crippling bed, maddening wifi and an obnoxious guide this had been a fascinating place and I’m glad I made it a two-night stop.
Back in Gdańsk I found my new hotel, same general area as I was in previously, then hunted out a cafe in the thick of things to stuff my face while I worked out what I’d do.
Having seen ferry boats come and go I thought I’d do a wee circuit out on the water – something more substantial than the one providing a shortcut from one side of the river to the other – but there wasn’t anything shorter than an hour and a half. Decided to leave that for tomorrow and I instead trotted off back to the train station.
Near Gdańsk is Sopot and Gydnia and they’re collectively known as the Tri-City. I wasn’t going to be here overly long but there were a couple of things that sounded interesting in the nearest, Sopot, so I decided to pop out there for a quick look. The guidebook said transportation was easy and I opted for train over tram.
Transportation was fairly simple in the end, not that you’d know at the outset of working out tickets and timetables. I saw other tourists struggling as well. I may have missed a train in the process and then twiddled thumbs for half an hour waiting for the next.
The afternoon was well matured by the time I arrived in Sopot so I had to hustle, weaving through the masses, making a quick coffee stop on my way to the waterfront.
Sopot is billed as quite the famous place in Poland thanks to its legacy of bathhouses and spas. Today the pulling power is from health spas, big resort hotels, the long stretch of golden sand beach, and numerous outdoor recreation offerings.
I made a reasonable deviation to go and look at the stone age fort remains – mistake; turned out to be a recreated wooden fortress with re-enactments of life back then, which isn’t my thing. I hustled back, taking the opportunity for a walk along the beach before checking out the pier.
It was a busy place but with the beach and clean air it felt like it would be a nice place to stay. Now though it was time to get back to the station.
Distance walked: 12.05km