Polish interlude

(This is a second attempt to learn how to integrate text and pictures on the page).

At the start of April, Teresa and I spent a few days in Krakow - our first ever visit to Poland. We were bowled over by how beautiful the town was, and in particular how the centre has been spared the high-rise buildings and clutter of TV masts, advertising hoardings etc that disfigure so many of our English cities.

The first picture is of the old Market Square in Kazimierz, the quarter in which we were staying:

The nicest part of Kazimierz is Szeroka Street, a wide road at the centre of the old Jewish quarter. Many Jewish businesses have returned after the holocaust; in particular there are at least three restaurants.

The oldest part of Krakow is the hill, right next to the River Vistula, on which stand both castle and cathedral. Under the castle hill there is a cave - still visible - and the local legend tells of a dragon called Krak who used to be fed a diet of virgins etc in return for protecting the town. A metal statue of Krak belches fire every ten minutes or so. It's quite spectacular at night! We loved the randomness of these domes on side chapels of the cathedral:

This is a view up Kanonicza street. It's an unbroken succession of genuine very old buildings with a cobbled street. At a quiet time of day, with few other pedestrians and no cars, you really feel as if you've entered a time warp.

About 40 miles away from Krakow is the small town of Oswiecim, better known under its German name of Auschwitz. Auschwitz is a major railway junction with lines accessing all parts of central Europe - hence its choice as the ideal site for a camp.

The actual camp buildings are in two parts. Auschwitz proper is a former Polish army barracks taken over by the Germans after their invasion of Poland. Birkenau, the death camp, is about five minutes away by bus. Even now, the sheer scale and extent of the camp is sobering.

Some things are very deceptive. We visited on a bright, cold spring day, and the brick barracks of Auschwitz didn't feel as sinister as I expected - until you saw the lines of electrified wire. The dense crowds of visitors, including some from Germany and huge numbers from Britain, seemed somehow to populate the camp and made it less sinister than if we had been the only people there.

Inside the barracks the exhibits spoke for themselves and reduced us to silence. Huge display cases full of children's clothes, of shoes, spectacles, wooden limbs. Recreations of the cramped sleeping bunks, tiered three high.

In one corner, adjacent to each other, were the "hospital block" where Mengele and others carried out experiments, the execution wall, and the punishment block. Throughout the barracks were photos of inmates showing their dates of entry and death. The average life expectancy seemed to be around 4-5 months.




Here is the main gate with its infamous "Arbeit Macht Frei" slogan:



And this is a small corner of the extermination camp at Birkenau. The sheer scale of this place is staggering. Four huge gas chambers and crematoria were sited in the woods at the rear of the photo. The majority of the huts were wooden and have been demolished or rotted away, but each hut had a brick chimney stack and these have survived. The chimneys stand like humans grimly at attention. It is a profoundly sad place, even on a bright spring morning. We were glad to have visited this awful place, but more than ready to get back on the coach and head back for sanity in Krakow.

Brucey enters the blogosphere

Well, it's 2007 and high time I got myself organised with a blog. Apologies to anyone reading this who is totally blog-savvy; I'm just getting started. Since I intend to do some travelling in the near future and since family and friends are pretty far flung, I reckon a blog is going to be more practical than e-mails for keeping in touch.

I also want to be able to use the blog to upload photos. Most blogs seem to start with a flattering photo of the author, so I'll be different and post one which shows me in the worst possible light!

This is a truly horrendous one at West Bay, taken on Boxing Day. I allowed myself to be conned into doing the charity swim, about fifty yards out and back. There were around fifty people taking part. The fancy dress was a laugh, but I hadn't counted on the amount of drag from my tutu. It acted like a sea anchor; I was swimming like mad but getting nowhere fast. In the end I was neary run down and swamped by faster people on their return leg, so I turned round before I reached the half way mark.

The water didn't feel too cold one I'd got properly in, but my God it was cold when I came out. There was a keen wind and it was FREEEEEEEZING!



We'd brought a thermos full of mulled wind with us, and it came in real handy, I can tell you!

Anyway, it's classic on how to look a total plonker in front of hundreds of people all lined up along the beach and the pier.





And here's one of all the family, taken on Christmas day. It's such a rare event nowadays getting everyone together, so despite the cloudy day I'm really pleased with this one.