Sunday, 8 October 2017

Delicious days off...

On our hiking days, we ate responsible breakfasts of fruits, nuts and grains and lots of water.

On our day off, Beth partook of the real delights of the buffet breakfast – a variety of cakes washed down with a glass of bubbly.  

It was the most delightful breakfast…that totally wiped away all of the health benefits of the hiking.  

Hot hikes

In between work, we did a couple of fantastic hikes during our stay.  

Having brought with us our ski jackets, gloves and hats to be comfortable in climate that was forecast, we had to change our strategy somewhat when we were met with an unseasonable heatwave that had the climate reaching the mid-30s in the middle of the day!  Naturally, the ski jacket was shelved and substituted with our gym clothes! 

The first trail left right from our hotel and took us straight up the mountain to a beautiful arctic-looking lake. It was long and exhausting but well worth it.


For the second, we drove into town and then took a funicular before starting our ascent in hopes of reaching a cable car (that still had tickets available) to take us to the mountain’s top peak.  

Not being diligent enough at confirming the path en route, however, we ended up on a completely different trail.  It was a beautiful hike but after two hours, we began scaling rocks up the  mountain.  Starting to (likely unjustifiably) fear for our safety (Beth not Geoff), we decided to cut our losses and turn back.  
Thank goodness we couldn’t purchase the cable car tickets in advance!


And after a long and bizarre day, there was little more welcoming than soothing our achy muscles with a little relaxation (and a glass of bubbly!) in the Adults-Only area at the spa.



Not quite the Grand Budapest Hotel...

Eager to do some hiking, we investigated online and found an adorable looking hotel in the Tatra Mountains.  It reminded us of the hotel façade in the movie, The Grand Budapest Hotel, so although it was expensive, we decided to go for it and booked it and a rental car to get us to Slovakia.

The drive to Slovakia was a beautiful one – even if a bit slow at times as we dodged the Tour de Polonia bike race that happened to take place on that very day and follow our very route!

Eager to take a break en route, we found a well-rated and charming chalet-type restaurant and scarfed down some perogies to fuel up but get done in time to beat the oncoming bike race.

As we crossed over into Slovakia – almost an unnoticeable marking – we were struck by the immediate difference in road conditions and houses.  Driving through Poland, we were impressed by the well-maintained roads and well-maintained and large houses that lined the streets.  In Slovakia, the roads were cracked and uneven and the houses felt unkempt.  

As we wove our way up the mountain, stopping first to buy the road permit and then to pick up some wine at the local gas station (!), we were beginning to wonder if this was our best idea after all.  The mountains were stunning but the accommodations we passed seemed lost in a different time.  And not in a good way.

As we turned the corner to head down the final street to our hotel, we were stopped by a security guard who was turning away the masses of local tourists eager to sneak a peak.  This was not quite the serenity we expected.

We pulled up to the hotel to find an attractive exterior and were greeted at the door with a glass of sparkling wine feeling instantly hopeful that things were back on track.  But as we checked into our room and went out onto the patio to take a look at the beautiful mountain surround, we were met with a view of the parking lot - which we had paid substantially more for.

As the hotel was full, the front desk informed that they could not change our reservation but that we could get our fill of the outside using their beautiful outdoor facilities.  Upon investigation, we learned about a strict rule prohibiting outdoor development/allowances in the area (?!); we documented this as four outdoor tables and a smoking tent, all of which were full. 

Disheartened, we spent the next hour online looking for alternatives and considering whether to just head straight to Gdansk.  Luckily, getting the hotel manager involved, we were able to find a decent solution that, although imperfect, at least offered us some better views of nature.

Putting the situation behind us, we decided to head over to an International Folk Festival that was happening on the other side of the lake.  The turnout was enormous with several thousand seats sold out and the grassy picnic areas along the side buzzing with people.  

Perhaps due to the afternoon’s conversations or perhaps the several welcome drinks that they offered to us as we got everything sorted, we arrived wholly unprepared for the evening, without sweaters to wear or blankets to cover the very damp ground.  We had totally lost our mojo.

Nonetheless, for the next hour we took in the traditional folk dancing and singing that Geoff had craved to see as we planned our Polish adventure.  The performances were professional and impressive and even though the singing hurt our ears sometimes, the evening was a splendid display of local culture.

As we walked back to the hotel, we sucked in all of the outdoor air we could before heading inside for dinner and bed.


Poland's beautiful music

The Krakow Philharmonic Orchestra was created in 1945 shortly after the war ended and has evolved to become the most active orchestra in Poland. 

During the summer, the Orchestra offers a series of weekly performances in spaces around Wawel Castle. Naturally, we wanted to go and check it out. 


Listening to four oboeists play a diverse and gorgeous programme of songs enhanced by a regal backdrop of historical paintings and high ceilings was magnificent and helped us to forget that these old buildings don’t offer air conditioning even in the most intense of summer heat.  The handheld fans they offered for the performance also helped to transport us back in time for a delightful evening of music, which is starting to feel like a frequent experience for us here in Poland….


The Cherry on Top!

Beth certainly felt her Polish roots surge to the forefront when tasting Cherry Vodka, a Polish delicacy and the most delicious beverage.  Thank goodness this drink is not readily available elsewhere….

The Jewish Quarter's Re-birth

Kazimierz – also known as Krakow’s Jewish Quarter – is a 15-minute walk from Krakow’s Old Town.  For over 500 years, Kazimierz was a place of peaceful coexistence between the ethnic Polish and Jewish communities and was the centre of Jewish life until the Nazis took control of Poland.

When the Nazis took control of Krakow, newly appointed Governor General Hans Frank declared that Krakow would become the most “racially pure” city in all of Europe and expunged all but 15,000 Jews from the city.  These remaining individuals were forced from their homes into to the Jewish Ghetto located in the industrial area on the other side of the river, far enough away to keep the rest of the population “clean and safe”.   One of the notable residents was Roman Polanski who recounted his experiences there many years later. 


The Ghetto was physically very small, with room for about 3,000 individuals versus the 15,000 that lived there.  Without enough space inside the homes to house everyone, many ended up living on the streets and, much like in Warsaw, disease and illness ran rampant.

In the centre square of the Ghetto – now named Ghetto Heroes Square – are 33 iron/bronze chairs – bringing to life a haunting photograph that captured the Jews moving to the Ghetto and being forced to carry all of their possessions – including chairs – on their person.  Approximately 33,000 Jews perished in the Krakow Ghetto. 

When all of the Jews had been moved to the Ghetto, a wall was erected around it.  In a symbolically cruel gesture, the wall was designed in the shape of tombstones…and the construction began right at the start of Passover, a time when the Jewish community celebrates their liberation from slavery in Egypt.

There are some stories of the Gentile resistance in Krakow, such as Polish Roman Catholic pharmacist Tadeusz Pankiewicz, who obtained permission from the German authorities to run the "Under the Eagle Pharmacy" and treat the community living in the Ghetto.  And others, like Oskar Schindler, who although a controversial figure, is also recognized with fighting for and saving the lives of 1,200 Jews by employing Jews in his enamelware and ammunitions factories and paying off Nazi guards in order to house them close to the factory and keep them safe.  Schindler’s old factory is now a museum tracing the horrors of WWII in Krakow.

After the war ended, the Jewish Quarter fell into disrepair under Communist rule and became one of the city’s dodgiest districts.

In the 1990s, however, Steven Spielberg filmed Schindler’s List in the Quarter, bringing new attention and life to the area.  Tourists came from all around the world to reflect and learn more, helping it to re-emerge as a bustling, bohemian neighbourhood full of historical sites and atmosphere.
The Jewish Quarter was easily our favourite area of Krakow, with quaint houses and uneven streets, innovative (and vegetarian!) restaurants and an overwhelming feeling of warmth and authenticity.  
And we are not alone.  Many believe that Kazimierz is the European city that conveys the most genuine sense of what pre-war Jewish and Polish life was like, with synagogues and Jewish cemeteries still intact and houses similar to what would have existed before the Nazis invaded. 

While in the Jewish Quarter, we did our best to embrace Jewish culture, eating at many Jewish-inspired restaurants and listening to a live Klezmer performance, which was haunting yet warm and much more enjoyable than we had anticipated.  But in the back of our mind, we knew this district wasn’t completely authentic – of the 60,000-80,000 Jews living in the city before the War, there are now only 700 that remain, far smaller than the Quarter can accommodate and making the tragedy feel even more real.

The Warsaw Uprising...in Krakow


Every year on August 1st, the Warsaw Uprising is commemorated throughout Poland. 

In Warsaw, the entire city shuts down at 5pm and sirens are sounded throughout the city to recognize the Poles’ valiant fight to reclaim their country from the Nazis.


Hundreds of kilometres away, the city of Krakow also stops.  

Gathering around the statue of Polish poet, Adam Mickiewicz – a statue which was destroyed by the Nazis during the war - hundreds of Poles meet in the city’s main square to light flares and sing Polish anthems, banding together to show unity and pledge allegiance to their country.

Heat, history and hustle

Arriving in Krakow, we were met with unseasonably high temperatures in the mid-30s.   Nonetheless, we doused ourselves in sunscreen and headed out for a quick bite before meeting our afternoon walking tour.    The vegan burger joint, Krowarzywa, in the Old Town was promoted as the best in Poland but nothing could compare to the burgers we enjoyed in Warsaw.  And the size of these ones made for such messy eating that we needed a full wash down in the bathroom afterwards!
Although Krakow is Poland’s second largest city, it felt much busier and fuller than larger Warsaw, with hordes of tourists buzzing around the Old Town’s enormous town square. 

Measuring 200 square metres, Krakow’s main square is the largest in Europe and a natural stage for public celebrations and gatherings.  In the centre of the square is the Cloth Hall, which was built in the 14th century and is considered one of the first “shopping malls” in the world.  It still serves as a marketplace, crammed with stalls and vendors selling the latest trinkets.  Outside the market hangs a knife, said to have been used in an ancient legend, and a reminder to all that enter the consequences of theft!


In the heart of the square sits St. Mary’s Basilica.  The basilica has two towers, which are oddly different sizes and said to be the result of two warring brothers who competed to create the best tower and which ultimately resulted in one committing suicide.  Or so the legend goes….


Every hour on the hour, the Krakow anthem is trumpeted from one of the towers.  The anthem, however, is always cut short to commemorate a trumpeter who was shot in the neck while warning the city of a Mongol invasion in the 1200s.  Or so the legend goes…
A short stroll away from the main square sits the 650 year-old Jagiellonian University which Is one of the oldest universities in the world (and the second oldest in Europe) and has hosted students such as Copernicus and Pope John Paul II.  During WWII, when the Germans occupied Krakow, one of their first acts was to bring in all of the professors for a “lecture” on university teachings during the new Nazi era which was rather a cover to promptly arrest all of the professors in order to stop the influence of all of these important thought leaders.

Although the Nazis took swift and violent action in Krakow, the majority of the city’s infrastructure survived relatively unscathed through the War.  Krakow’s closer proximity to Germany was of real appeal and, as such, upon conquering the city, Hitler promptly changed Krakow to become Poland’s capital and thus moved all official government duties to the city.

As part of this decree, Hitler appointed Hans Frank – his legal advisor – to become the Governor General of Krakow and installed him at Wawel Hill, the traditional place of Poland’s royal monarchs and the site of the Royal Palace.  Not only filled with national treasures, Wawel Hill is also the place where Polish influencers and royalty are laid to rest.  During the war, the Palace not only remained free from harm but also underwent many renovations and upgrades, in stark contrast to much of the rest of Poland.


The combination of jarring history, intense sun and a very long walk around the Old Town and up and down Wawel Hill made us yearn for a shaded seat and a treat and a very random banana split.  Or so the legend goes…