It’s time to start the journey back to Berlin, stopping tonight at Poznań. Mainly because it’s half way rather than because my guide book enthuses about Poznań, which it doesn’t.
It’s another 4 plus hour drive but this time we are allowed to stop. To prove we’re really living the dream, we have brunch in a KFC in a motorway service station. If there was a prize for the meal which looked least like the photo on the menu, my cheese wrap would win. I consider whether to try and return the cremated pile of crap in a country where I can’t speak the language, but the old man scoffs it. No matter, I have a bucket of chips.
After that healthy interlude, we continue to Poznań, which is a lot bigger than I’d expected. And very fond of one way systems. Eventually we work out that the road our hotel is on has roadworks in the middle, meaning it is only accessible by driving the wrong way down a one way street.
The best thing about our visit to Poznań is that Lonely Planet have set our expectations to low, so at least we are not disappointed.
We start in the old town. Poznań’s main tourist attraction is the town hall clock; at midday two mechanical goats come out of doors on either side and butt horns. But we have missed this, so have to make do with purchasing a very tacky fridge magnet with little moving goats.
We cross the river to cathedral island. Here sits Poznań cathedral, the first cathedral in Poland. In fact this spot lays claim to the birth of the Poland. Here (funded by the EU) they have started excavating the site of the original settlement. There is also an interactive museum called Porta Posnania where you can learn about the history of the island and of the Polish nation.
We round off the evening at Stary Browar, an old brewery converted into a funky shopping mall. Here, in the middle of a food court, the old man announces that there is nowhere appropriate to eat within half a mile. I point out that we are in a food court but he claims that it’s all junk and he wants something healthy. Undeterred by the fact we’re standing by a salad bar, he sets off across town to find a
‘healthy’ dinner. We end up in a Polish fast food joint where his ‘healthy’ option consists of a pork escalope bigger than his plate, potatoes and a side of coleslaw. I order literally the worst food I’ve ever tasted; potato dumplings and pickled cabbage. It’s so bad that for the first time in 30 years, I leave something on my plate and old man doesn’t eat it.
We stop on the way back to the hotel to buy some beer for the old man and some supper for me before trying to sleep in the ridiculously small bed. Thank goodness our visit to Poznań is almost at an end.
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