Tribute to Wroclaw

Simon writes:

Wroclaw (Southwest Poland) is, dear friends, bloody marvellous! A very nice lass called Monika rescued us at the international bus station and helped us book an overnight bus from Warsaw to Vilnius (the people at the international bus ticket office didn't speak English).

The town itself has a beautifully restored square, a 360 degree painting of the Polish army trouncing the Russians in 17something (gotta love that!) and a river/waterway that can be paddled on/fished in all round the town.

In the evening we ate Polish dumplings, potato pancakes and sweet beetroot soup washed down with beer. Later we hit the town, eschewing Polish oompah music wherever we found it. The Poles don't do it as egregiously as the Austrians or the Germans (or even the Swiss for that matter!) by the way. However, oompah music is oompah music and you'll not find me paying hard currency, no matter what its value, to listen to it, let alone dance to it! Still the place we ended up in was devoid of the toe-curling British stag do crowd and full instead of Polish students at the beginning of their university year. Beer was less than 2 quid a pint. Nuff said.