A little country with a big history, Austria is place that has many people raving about it. We saw why. We stayed just outside Vienna for one week, in a place called Mödling, in an airbnb flat. It was nice to have our own space again, the owner was British and she was stocked up on tea 😍. The second half of our Vienna experience was in the Tirol mountains, in Mayrhofen, a very popular ski resort by all accounts.
With Chris still stitched up and unable to walk far, it was down to me to carry on the touring, solo. Milo was left with Chris. The few days there were planned to the minute (Ndiana you would have been proud of me), I saw every inch if Buda and Pest. It is massive!!
We’re in the beauty of the Slovakian High Tatra’s. Not that we can tell, the clouds roll thickly across the sky, shadowing the inspiring peaks from sight. This is also the first time that a few days pre-booking has put a spanner in our year. Let’s Tarantino this tale, let’s go back.
Last time I was in Krakow I drank a lot, shot guns, drank some more and generally helped reinforce the Brits abroad reputation. Stag do’s have a lot to answer for. In fact Krakow is good for much more than drink and debauchery. For five days, Row and I hunted out the best places to tuck-in to honest Polish cooking.
Rather than continue with the litany of castles, cathedrals and other city monuments we’ve seen in the last few weeks, today we headed out into the Polish countryside for a home-cooked meal with a Polish family.
Auschwitz. A chilling and at times difficult experience.
We elected not to take any photo’s out of respect. Snapping around just didn’t feel right to us. The picture above is the one exception: one side of a memorial book containing 2/3 of the names of the identifiable Jewish Holocaust victims. It really brings home the magnitude of this dark time.
Early to rise after a hot and sweaty night in an airconless room means we’re first to breakfast and out on the tourist trail before the sun gets too oppressive.
It really does deserve a blog of its own.
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We drove to the Czech Republic! 2550 miles since April and we cross the border for our former Eastern Bloc adventure.
Childhood memories of this cake coming back? Well for those of a certain age, I’m sure the memories are flooding back. Turns out there is more to the Black Forest than a throw back to desserts from the 1980’s, who knew? There’s trees and hills and stuff!
Warrens' Whereabouts 