On wednesday we started around 13:00 after chilling at the beach and an improvised but very tasty breakfust/ lunch äh brunch. We also met some other Germans who were travveling by car. We got some snuff (tobaco) from them. They were looking for these big popular sand dunes, but we had no idea…. What ever.

The sun was burning, our moods very good and the music quite ok.First we had to find our way through the tourist hell. We stopped at a Biedronka store for some Ice Cream and a sweet bubbling drink for phillip.

I couldnt find my glasses in our chaos in our car, we call him Waltaa.  So I bought a some new. What the fuck. For 2,50 Euros that means 100 Zloty. 1 Euro are round about 4 Zloty…

The highway S8 to Warzawa was the worst. We stood in the traffic jam all the time. It felt like forever until we finaly reached Mikolajki. Even the small streets were getting worse and worse. Actually it were 392 km from Leba to Mikolajki. But we drove 6-7 hours. It felt much more. That was the hardest trip. But in the end we had some rain and the landscape was just beautiful.

In Mikolajki we parked Waltaa somewhere were we hoped we would stand in the shadow next morning. In the middle of the city actually.

This evening was quite short. We had a big menu, soup, pierogies, salad and french fries. Pommes we would say….And bear. Of course. It was very cheap. We payed less than 10 Euros each for everything.  In Zloty round about 40. The city had a nice cute haven. And they were not that much tourists, but we heard a lot of German. This night I slept much better, but still not very good. We had moskito fightings….

The next morning we decided to go soon and find a lake. We had a break in Restaurant in the middle of nowhere, what you just reach when you drive less then 10 km/h with a car like ours. The breakfast buffet was too expensive for us… 30 Zloty per Person?? Hm… so just coffee, one pancake and charging phones please. And the toilete.

I really love water toiletts…

In Suchy Rog, after another adventuros trip over big wholes in the street, it was so fucking windy that you couldnt really relax there. Besides we where not allowed to camp next to a van in the wind shadow. Two strange guys who had watched us from the moment we came into this tiny village, came to us and told us that this is privat.

Then we found out that we even had no tent herrings at all…. so it was just not possible, because the place where we would have been allowed to camp was too windy. It was still early, around 11:00 so we decided to look for something else….