Glogow ---- Lubin

It's a sign: Jan has Irish colours on his apartment block.

We detour through Gora on our way to Lubin so that we can stretch our legs and avoid main roads. Similar landscapes to rural Ireland, but with fewer pubs and more prefab apartment blocks.
Lubin is confusing. Large roads and huge shopping centres are different to the cities we have come to expect in Poland. We are immediately disorientated and call our host, Jan, to come to our rescue.
As we have to come to expect from Polish hospitality, he has been cooking for us and has dinner all ready. "Just like momma use-ta maka", poached eggs in a creamy, parsley sauce, boiled spuds and salad. Never one to shy away from a tour, we hop in Jan's car and cruise the streets of Lubin by night. Lubine is a without a buzzing centre, so we check out the "shooting range". No this is not for guns, but for TANKS. Have a few beers before calling it a night. G