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Published: August 17th 2009
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Lake Mikolajki
in North Poland Mazurski Park, wedland biosphere, 19-07-2001.
My breakfast in this buzy litte eatery is Russian and the name henceforth totally unpronouncable to me though it came highly prized by the cook. I am unsure how to tell him my true feelings about this, though no doubt highly nutricious meal considering the sheer amount of veggies and egg yolk, but still very bland Russian morning enhancer. Have to admit though that the ´Vodka On The Rocks' - as it is named on the biligual menu, Russian and Englsih but no Polish - included in the breakfast deal, does give my morning a serious start.
Despite the early hour the Russian yacht crowd is having a ball ordering the most exclusive on the menu, a huge bottle of Don Peringon arriving at the next table resting in a silver colored bucket full with ice, plates of gamba cocktails and Greek feta salads carried by young Polish girls with enormous bossoms - daughters of the overweight cook? - I have a serious suspicion this is the final of a serious party that started last night down at the yacht harbour...
Back at my no-name sort of official camping set on the Tatty
my trip...
up to date now Lake shore, my Polish neighbors are having a much more sober breakfast, white whole bread with huge slivers of Polish salami and goat cheese washed down with strong black coffee - I should know because they invite for my second breakfast of the day when I return to do my laundry.
Hiking around Lake Luknajno...
I'm at the top part of a two storey observation tower overlooking Lake Luknajno. With noon still a while away, an ice-cold Warka beer and the necesary supplies to survive a day in nature, nice sunny weater, ect, I believe I will be able to enjoy the natural tranquility of this place. The second storey of this viewing tower is just big enough for one person so that should stop other people from coming up - not that there is anybody else around for the moment...
I end up hiking all the way around Lake Luknajno, close to 20 kilometers in total...hiking through low rolling hills with open grasslands, the wind rippling waves in that ocean of grass in front of me. Little tracts of forest breaking this monotomy of green herbivore fodder, forests full with weirdly colored butterflies and just plain old whitties, mosquitoes a-plenty hell bent on my Dutch blood, huge empty tracts of land under a clear blue sky - I really don't need to be worried about my laundry back at the camping.
No pedestrians in this Magic Kingdom or jet entrails in that blue dome overhead. In the distance I can see the lake with all the white specks I know are wild swans, no Coca-Cola signs nor Budweiser billboards, even the McDonald Archways - I always think of them as the two Yellow McDonald's T*ts - are absent in this overwelming jewel of creation...
I'm having a quite remarkable sensory impact now, seeing, hearing ans smelling all have gone into hyper drive here. I feel like I have flipped over into a different type of world - maybe I should have a "Vodka On The Rocks' for breakfast more often!!!
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