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You can as I did buy a basic ticket, which entitles you to no more than your seat. If you are unlucky, and you board an overcrowded train - as is standard on Fridays in summer, you won't even have a seat. You will stand all the way, or sit on your suitcases in the corridor. Standing up for nine hours - all night long - is not pleasant. Booking a 1st class ticket gives you six people rather than eight to the compartment, the higher price means that fewer people are likely to go for it, so it's likely that there won't be a full complement of six in your compartment. To ensure you get a seat in a TLK train TLK does not do 2nd class seat reservations, unlike InterCity , you need to board at the station from which the train departs. West- and southbound trains start at W-wa Wschodnia, while east- and northbound trains start at W-wa Zachodnia. If you don't get on at the first station, your chances of a seat diminish. Fridays are the worst day to travel; almost all the seats are taken. On long journeys, however, you can expect to be woken up several times by ticket inspectors. Next up from a seat is the kuszetka couchette. In a compartment, there are six bunk beds, three on one side, three on the other side, of a narrow passage, and a step ladder to reach the middle and top bunks. For a There are no sheets or blankets; you are expected to take off your shoes and lie down in your clothes, covered with a jacket or coat. The couchette and sleeper carriages are sealed off from the rest of the train, for the passengers' security. And the toilets are cleaner than in the normal carriages, especially after nine hours of travel. The most luxurious form is the sleeper carriage wagon sypialny. The compartments are for two or three people; bedding is provided. The to Warsaw is the last train of the day from this station; the platform is crammed with people heading home. It is not going to be a comfortable night. Labels: night train , Polish seaside , railway. The weather was indeed er Being new to the Polish seaside, one thing that struck me was the architecture - which led to the immediate reflection that before , Poland's Baltic coastline was a mere km 85 miles of which the Hel peninsula was a large portion. Above: Looking up ul. Pomorska from Promenada Gwiazd. Does this not remind readers familiar with England of the bay-windowed gentility of Torquay, Eastbourne or Bournemouth? The recently built pier extends m into the sea; entrance is free, but you must pass an arcade full of fast food and machines that go 'ding'. The beach is admirably sandy and stretches on for ever in both directions. Above: no rush for the sun loungers today. Accommodation ranges from a few posh hotels via some communist-era domy wypoczynkowe such as the Slavia that offer good value for money to a vast number of privately-let rooms and guest houses. However, at this time of year, it's very hard to find something last minute. 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I'd just been to a business seminar we'd organised in Koszalin, and with two colleagues from the office, we decided to go to the beach before heading back to Warsaw. Late September and the weather was gorgeous. Not a cloud in the sky; the beach was almost devoid of tourists. We were walking along the water's edge wearing our suits with shoes and socks off and rolled-up trousers; people who passed us took us for Jehovah's Witnesses and gave us wide birth. Lesson 1 about the Polish Baltic - you cannot be sure about the weather. Unlike the Med. The concept of taking a night train there and back, allowing a full day to explore a portion of coast is a particularly fruitful one for the curious traveller. You can gain a vast amount by travelling this way. The train becomes both a means of travel and a place to stay the night in one inexpensive ticket; you concentrate your time on experiencing the destination. Above: the beach, looking towards the pier molo. The weather is sufficiently bad to keep the holidaymakers off the sands. One thing that struck me was that the amplitude of the tide here on the southern shores of the Baltic is very small - only a few dozen metres between high tide and low tide. Not the hundreds of metres you'd get around the British Isles. Above: juvenile gulls in the surf, an adult gull in the foreground. Above: looking east from the end of the pier. Up here, you can smell smoke from the fish-smoking sheds down at beach level. The trawlers Polish: kutry bring in the catch; it is gutted and smoked in situ ; a plethora of beach-side kiosks and bars offer smoked fish to eat on the spot or to take away. Below : a fish smoking enterprise. At beach-level, the smoke is overpowering. The fish are brought in by trawlers; there are far fewer of them today than when Poland joined the EU. 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Click here to read about my most recent night train excursion. Still, the idea is not to sunbathe but to feel the bracing sea wind and spray, and to commune with a maritime environment, something I've not done since August details here and here. This time last year: Accounting for the past - 20 years on from PRL's fall This time two years ago: Some news for lovers of fine British chee f e f This time four years ago: Over the Peaks by bus. Labels: night train , Polish seaside , railway , summer , travel , weather. No one with him They both released the safety catch on their pistols. Antoni ordered them to put their guns down in a sharp but quiet voice. Sztajnberg took his cap off and entered the house. He looked at the two strangers and immediately judged who they were. He showed no signs of fear. Antoni beckoned the major to sit down. He didn't offer him a drink. I'm leaving Poland,' said Sztajnberg. 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We've barely got enough ammunition to mount another raid on a train or on a militia outpost. We can survive in the forests indefinitely, but is that the point? For the past three, I've not been getting any new ones; the last order was to keep fighting until Poland is free. Any day now, the Americans will come. They'll drop an atomic bomb on Stalin. We'll get our freedom back, we must be ready for that day. To lead a rising. Kick the communists out. And their lickspittle toadies - all those traitors who joined their cause; they'll hang. All those past amnesties proved to be a trap. Bullet in the back of the head or Siberia. No one trusts them. Everyone's forced to make compromises. Sign this or your children won't get educated. Join the party or stay poor. At least you and your men are outside of all that. Morally pure, uncontaminated, unbroken. We strike far from our base. 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Offer these to corporate drivers who really need to drive, and the majority will chose to take the tram. Labels: commuting , public transport , Warsaw. Wednesday 20 July The heavens opened. Nawalnica nuh vow NEE tsa ; a squall, a downburst, a gale; a tremendous opening up of the skies; fierce winds accompanied by torrential rains. The build-up was rapid with the sky darkening against an evening sun. This was storm-front Otto approaching. Temperatures fell by 5C in as many minutes as the heavens opened. The south-west of Warsaw caught the worst of it. The centre was all right; heavy rain, but no hold-ups. Getting home this evening was problematic; a 20 minute bus journey took 1 hour and 20 minutes. When my bus finally reached the deepest parts, it felt like a river-boat cruise rather than a ride down one of Warsaw's main arterial roads. Compare the shot below of a car wash on Dolinka with this pic taken in more typical conditions. Info in Polish about today's storm here. 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This time last year: Last pics from last year's Dobra holiday This time two years ago: Conservatism, UK and Polish-style This time three years ago: Wheat and development This time four years ago: Beautiful July sunrise. Labels: literature , Polish culture , summer. Monday 18 July Along the Vistula's right bank, heading north. Below: an urban beach, to the north of Most Poniatowskiego, near the new stadium. The route crosses under five of Warsaw's seven soon to be eight bridges. The quality of the path is generally very good - I was expecting that after a week of heavy rains July is Warsaw's wettest month , the paths would be sodden with water - not a bit of it. Mr Engineer has taken care to it that the path would adequately drain off all surface water. A good surface to ride over. Beautiful riverbank meadowland; flowers, butterflies, dragonflies, no mosquitoes, midges or horseflies, and not wet. A felicitous spot to take a break. Information for river tram here and for ferries here. Note - the services are capricious and may be called off at a moment's notice. This time last year: Grunwald and Europe: the big picture This time three years ago: 'Take me right back to the track, Jack' This time four years ago: Vrots love. A word that come in in three lessons this week, a word that's so naturally English, that's so commonly used in all its forms - and yet a direct translation is missing in Polish. When incidents of 'linguistic white spaces' are noticed, I look for cultural differences. So then. Dictionaries offer a wide palate of Polish words, yet none capture the essence of the word 'fuss'. II vi 1. Fussy adj. At primary school, I would dread having to eat school dinners. There would usually be a fuss between the dinner lady and myself, pushing gristle around my plate. Relaying this at home to my mother, she'd escalate the issue, upgrading it from a fuss to an awantura a word of Italianate origin, sharing the same root as the English word 'adventure'. In England, one can make a fuss about getting short-changed in a shop. It's not impolite to do so. What would you do w polskim sklepie if pani ekspedientka gave you one zloty change instead of two? How would you translate into Polish: 'A group of parents were fussing around their children before the school play' or 'my boss is very fussy when it comes to protocol'? In the latter, the word drobiazgowy has a pejorative sense that's missing in English. Over to you, dear bilingual readers - how would translate fuss and fussy without inflating the issue or getting pejorative about the subject? Labels: English language , Polish language. Industrial dusk by the Vistula. The evening brought a succession of thunderclouds punctuated by spells of sharp sunshine. Once the sun had set, the sky turned a gorgeous orangey-pink, reflecting off the wet asphalt and railway tracks that run along the Vistula's left bank by Siekierki power station. Click on photo to enlarge. 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I've yet to make it up from the bottom to the top and down again as I'd like to. Above: from left: Zosia, Sabina and Eddie. We've set off along the green tourist trail zielony szlak turystyczny that runs from the DK 28 in Dobra. All looks straightforward here. Left: Still easy going - the waymarks are clearly displayed, the path winds ever higher. But once we reach the top of this plateau, we're lost. There is actually no marked trail down. Too far back to Dobra. So, reluctantly, we decide to come back exactly the same way we came up not something I like doing. At the top, we meet a hiker looking for the caves that run under the top of the plateau. We know they're there - but they are not signed properly. Above: We spend some time looking around the plateau for the vantage point. In the distance - Mogielica - which Eddie and I visited yesterday. This time last year: From the bottom to the top This time two years ago: Polish regulatory absurdities This time three years ago: The meaning of Alignment This time four years ago: Joy, pain, sunshine, rain. Labels: Beskid Wyspowy , Dobra , Polish mountains. Friday 8 July The Call of Mogielica. If there's a 'must climb' peak in the Beskid Wyspowy, it must be Mogielica 1,m above sea level. Eddie has the knack of complaining like mad but in the end proving himself a trooper and setting a cracking pace from the bottom to the top. His endurance amazes me; all on literally one slice of dry white toast and a mug of cocoa. At the top there's an observation tower the base of it visible in the shot below ; Eddie gets three-quarters of the way to the top of the tower, then his courage gives out. So close and yet so far! 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As I posted here, the Transwersalka was the so-called transversal route built by the Austro-Hungarian Empire in the s to defend it then northern borders against Russia. Walking these tracks made me ponder Poland's history, especially in the light of the recent death of Otto von Habsburg at the splendid age of 98, the last successor to the throne of Austro-Hungary. What a strange entity! How difficult for the anglophone world to grasp the concept! A royal family that once ruled Spain managed to make their way across Europe to rule in effect peoples of a dozen or so different nations, glue the whole thing together and keep it going for half a century! The entire idea is just so bizarre In England, there was Alfred the Great burning the cakes, and all that, the Tudors and Stuarts, a great global empire on which the sun has only just set. 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