I’m not going to sugarcoat this, there’s no way to fudge it. I’ll write it in tablet. Sandomierz is a very sweet place. Enough delicious sugary things to keep your dentist smiling for years. Think Scottish tablet with different flavours. Orkney Fudge can rest safe though – it’s still the best. The filled donuts are sublime (or a meringue?)
Talking of putting your teeth on edge, the 14 C Church has enough bling to keep Calvin and Luther spinning in their wrath for years. It’s part of what the noticeboards tell us is one of Poland’s oldest and prettiest cities. It is nice.
It is also the first place since this trip started where one stall said “cash only”. The hardship to replace all those bits of caramelised sugar into their trays.
Characters with lived in faces seemed a common part of the increasing number of villages we passed through. Like the other day, one guy – he may have lost a faculty or two- was agitated: we didn’t need to know Polish to work out Barbara had rested her bike against the wall where his goes. So we moved and he ambled on into the shop. Leaving us to admire the characted of his bike – it has seen as many miles as he has.
Cherries and apples were the low hanging fruit lining the generally excellent roads. Some of our travellor’s didn’t see T-Rex: luckily we got him by the tail. The radio detection and ranging NATO base also hid amongst the fruit trees. That’ll show ‘em Captain Mainwaring.
Travelling reflections 