It all looks a lot more prosperous here in Poland than I had imagined. The roads are in an excellent state of repair and are clearly marked and signed. The villages we drove through often had a new cycle path as well, roundabouts had flower beds on them and we saw many parks again, all looked very well maintained. There was hardly any litter either. When we arrived at our chosen camping spot on Saturday evening we were met by a Polish man on his golf cart. The campsite is set in the grounds of an old farm, in an orchard, with apple, pear and plum trees. He took us on a tour and showed us a small bar and across the road a 5 room pension with restaurant. He had done the carpentry himself and the wood was very nicely painted in the local colours of the region. He was quite difficult to understand as he spoke mostly in German.
Yesterday morning a Dutch couple came over and introduced themselves. Although they didn't own the site, they had an interest in it. They asked us how we had slept and I had to confess to our terrible night's sleep due to intermittent, loud and frequent dog barking all night. Reassurances were given that they would provide us with a pistol, one shot would stop them. Cripes, this did sound scary, we're not murderers.
Mike decided it was about time for a haircut and as we haven't seen a barber for a while Linda did a cracking job with her hair clippers.
Yesterday afternoon Cass our Polish guide from the night before led the way on his bicycle to a local festival. The first part was outside and we were entertained with dancing and singing local traditional songs and everyone wearing the most beautiful clothes. The dances, songs and clothing reminded me of Fiddler on the Roof. There were two stalls, one selling food and the other beer. Mike and I had our first perogies. Delicious mini pies, deep fried , filled with minced pork and cabbage. I had a very nice beer with a shot of cherry syrup in.
On our return to the campsite we were still in party mood so we went to the bar, and asked Cass if we could have a drink. The bar was opened, blues music was played and Linda, Jon and myself tried a selection of his home made flavoured vodkas. Linda and I were given one made with elderflowers and Jon had a grapefruit one which Cass called Anders, which we all preferred. He was highly amused that Mike drank his alcohol free Bavaria beers. He had a six pack that had been in stock since 2007. For him there was clearly no point at all having beer unless it had alcohol in it. Later his wife joined us bringing two boards, one with chopped cheese, the other local sausage and mustard. Just before we went to bed we mentioned the dogs. A pistol was retrieved from the house and given to Mike.