Monday, June 8th

On this day, we decided to walk to the castle where we did a tour of the inside. We had lunch at one of the caf´/bars in the grounds of the castle. In our continued exploration of polish culture, Chris won the prize for getting his hands on the biggest nipple! Yes, it topped a magnificantly shaped lump of bread. He went on to say that it wasm’t as big as Sally’s though! Piece of bread that is.

After lunch, we went to the Dragon&rsuo;s Den where a spiral stair case took us down into the depths of the castle. Fortunately, the stairs spiralled in the opposite direction to those at the salt mine, so we able to unscramble our brains.

On emerging from the base of the castle, we succumbed to the charms of an English tout for what appeared to be a newly formed river tour company, obviously starting to make the most of the tourist trade. We clambered upon the boat which took us up and down the river, but there was a distinct lake of any commentary as the crew did not seem to speak any English.

Having safely regained solid ground and after an ice cream at a larger restaurant boat, we made our way back to the square to have a look around the church.

We selected another outdoor restaurant in the square for our evening meal. This proved to be a rather segregated evening, as it rained and we kept rearranging the tables and chairs to try and shetler under the sun shades. The signature dishes of the area were beetroot soup, dumplings and duck and apple, which were all reasonably good provided you did not have too many dumplings.

The waitress brought up the food and asked who had ordered the beef? Joanie replied that she had ordered the pork. The waitress said “Yes“ and proceeded to put the “beef“ down in front of Joanie. We think it was probably pork, but the waitress had got her English mixed up. Chris seemed to have a nipple fixation and ordered more bread – more through not understanding the translation than through choice, though.

On the hour in the square, a trumpeter plays from the top of the church tower. Ever since we had been there, Chris had been saying that the trumpeter held his trumpet out of the top window and waved. We all thought Chris was having us on since no one else had seen this. However on this evening the rest of us saw it for the first time. Aftet he had finished playing he waved his trumpet out of the window. Sally decided that he was not really waving, he just did it to drain the spit out of his trumpet!

This was our last evening and we headed home first thing on Tuesday.