A night in Sochaczen. A town that couldn't be more different that Konin. Pretty, little and bustling with life. At the centre is a lovely little square where people congregate and glance over towards the ruined castle on the hill near by. My route here was long, 150 km today. I think I managed to find the surrealest town in Poland, Krosniewice. It is surrounded by a new ring road with no obvious way to leave the new road to get into or out of the town. It seems the city planners anted to avoid at all cost contace between the inhabitants and the outside world. As I could make out the inhabitants consisted mainly of smart well presented late middle aged women and alchoholic late middle aged men who were not so well presented but were keen to make friends until they relaised that I was not going to part with my Zlotys for them. Firts impresions can be a funny thing!
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