Third year in a row I found myself for a weekend in Wladyslawowo on the Baltic Coast. The first time I arrived with a group of new friends for a week of relaxation and getting to know new people. It was also where I met my partner of two years, through a mutual friend, that was two years ago. Last year I took the 'Sunshine Train' on my own to meet my partner after he finished his week long Krav Maga Training Camp in Ustka. This year we spontaneously decided to go up to Wladyslawowo for a relaxing weekend with another couple.
With the nasty roads, the journey took us over seven hours and 420 km. Sitting upright in the Suzuki Jeep was not the comfiest beginning to the trip and I was gritting my teeth, furious at the fact that we should have taken our car and driven up in much more comfort, but as the journey moved on, I realised my back didn't ache, the posture improved and even though I was cramped at the back with little leg room or breathing space, it wasn't so bad.
Once we reached Wladyslawowo, the four of us were wondering about our accommodation. It was a place I managed to find through the Internet at the last minute. Unfortunately no one wants to give rooms for only two nights, but luckily after about twenty phone calls, one nice lady informed us that she had two room for those nights. We were stoked.
The GPS led us into a dark narrow street with factory buildings, lack of lighting and barking dogs. No way could this be the street we were staying on, it looked and felt like something out of a horror movie away from civilisation and the rest of the tourists. Sitting at the edge of our seats we drove further, our apprehension and uncertainty increasing. A few hundred metres ahead the street we were meant to be staying on appeared and we turned into it. Two storey houses advertising accommodation with 'Wolne Pokoje' or 'Brak Wolnych Pokoji' on their gates or fences followed. We drove on not sure which part of Wladyslawowo we were in.
Finally the green house I saw on the Internet appeared. We all breathed a sigh of relief when we found it on the other end of the street with lighting, a few corner stores which a young crowd had already surrounded shopping for booze, and away from the unpleasantness of the other side.
The accommodation was fantastic. For 40 zloty (about 10 euro) per night per person we had a comfortable room with en-suite, balcony and satellite television, with only a ten minutes stroll to ul. Sportowa and the beach. It was much more than we had anticipated at such short notice. The owner gave us the keys and returned to the comfort of her own house to retreat for the night and get ready for the next day when more guests would arrive.
At midnight, we left our belongings in the room and headed towards ul. Sportowa and the beach. As expected even at this hour the youth holidaying in Wladek were partying in the streets and in the bars, drunk, dribbling, boisterous, throwing tantrums and parading around in tinsy outfits that barely covered their privates. The night was warm, a welcome difference to the previous weeks cooler evenings. The end of summer was nearing so we were pleased with the weather. We sat down on the board walk, digging our feet into the sand and stared out into the blackness of the sea, youngsters strolling hand in hand, half drunk, some sober, and others intoxicated beyond control.
After half an hour of chatting, laughing and eavesdropping on the conversation of intoxicated youth, the sky opened up and rain started to drizzle on us. We quickly gathered our things and made our way off the beach and back into the main street and towards our accommodation. We still had the full weekend ahead of us to enjoy the beach, the sea and our surroundings.
With the nasty roads, the journey took us over seven hours and 420 km. Sitting upright in the Suzuki Jeep was not the comfiest beginning to the trip and I was gritting my teeth, furious at the fact that we should have taken our car and driven up in much more comfort, but as the journey moved on, I realised my back didn't ache, the posture improved and even though I was cramped at the back with little leg room or breathing space, it wasn't so bad.
Once we reached Wladyslawowo, the four of us were wondering about our accommodation. It was a place I managed to find through the Internet at the last minute. Unfortunately no one wants to give rooms for only two nights, but luckily after about twenty phone calls, one nice lady informed us that she had two room for those nights. We were stoked.
The GPS led us into a dark narrow street with factory buildings, lack of lighting and barking dogs. No way could this be the street we were staying on, it looked and felt like something out of a horror movie away from civilisation and the rest of the tourists. Sitting at the edge of our seats we drove further, our apprehension and uncertainty increasing. A few hundred metres ahead the street we were meant to be staying on appeared and we turned into it. Two storey houses advertising accommodation with 'Wolne Pokoje' or 'Brak Wolnych Pokoji' on their gates or fences followed. We drove on not sure which part of Wladyslawowo we were in.
Finally the green house I saw on the Internet appeared. We all breathed a sigh of relief when we found it on the other end of the street with lighting, a few corner stores which a young crowd had already surrounded shopping for booze, and away from the unpleasantness of the other side.
The accommodation was fantastic. For 40 zloty (about 10 euro) per night per person we had a comfortable room with en-suite, balcony and satellite television, with only a ten minutes stroll to ul. Sportowa and the beach. It was much more than we had anticipated at such short notice. The owner gave us the keys and returned to the comfort of her own house to retreat for the night and get ready for the next day when more guests would arrive.
At midnight, we left our belongings in the room and headed towards ul. Sportowa and the beach. As expected even at this hour the youth holidaying in Wladek were partying in the streets and in the bars, drunk, dribbling, boisterous, throwing tantrums and parading around in tinsy outfits that barely covered their privates. The night was warm, a welcome difference to the previous weeks cooler evenings. The end of summer was nearing so we were pleased with the weather. We sat down on the board walk, digging our feet into the sand and stared out into the blackness of the sea, youngsters strolling hand in hand, half drunk, some sober, and others intoxicated beyond control.
After half an hour of chatting, laughing and eavesdropping on the conversation of intoxicated youth, the sky opened up and rain started to drizzle on us. We quickly gathered our things and made our way off the beach and back into the main street and towards our accommodation. We still had the full weekend ahead of us to enjoy the beach, the sea and our surroundings.
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