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.