No photos for this post, I am afraid, but I will be brief. As we arrive in Debica after travelling 140km, we get a text from our host, Anna, apologising that something came up and she can not host us. However, she has not let the Polish hospitality standard, we have experienced to date, drop. She has booked and paid for alternative accomodation in the town. This level of hosting is getting to be ridiculous and long may it continue.
We find our palacially-sized room sufficient to swing large felines about with ease. The suggestion by the proprietor to dine at the whimsically-named Mallorca Restaurant is less than appealing. We are informed that its attributes include, but are not limited to, being cheap, being 300 metres from the hotel, being behind an abandoned petrol station, being open and featuring spanish cuisine. And if that were not enough to start the salivation, we are told that we are the only customers tonight. Please contact me if you want me to get you atble there. After quick drive-by to reassert that our spiddey-senses were not wrong, we hit the supermarkets and cooked copious amouns of pasta with pesto.
So this is what it is like when we have to cook for ourselves - hmmmm, yet another reason that our CouchSurfing hosts are fantastico,
No reason to delay the next morning, lets get Cyclo-CouchSurfing!
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