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Stay tuned though and I promise changes will come.

Solidarity

Levi and Wojtek on a hill overlooking Gdansk, Poland

Picture: Levi and Wojtek on a hill overlooking Gdansk, Poland

On our second to last night in Gdansk we took a bus down to the Centre (Downtown). Our friends Wojtek (Voytek), Natalia and Thea (from the States) took us up to a hill that overlooked all of Gdansk. The city was lit up beautifully and showed an array of history across the cityscape. To the right in the picture you can see a few spires along Long Street. This is the oldest part of the city (established somewhere in the 10th Century). To the left are some more modern buildings and the shipyard of Poland’s biggest seaport. Gdansk is a conurbation of what is known here as Trójmiasto (Tricity) joining with Sopot and Gdynia.

This hill had a large cross at the top that is a part of a network of Solidarity crosses throughout Poland. Thousands were arrested and 80 were executed around 1970 during a protest of the communist regime. 80% of Polands workforce belonged to this movement that was born out of that sacrifice and their stand eventually led to semi-free elections in 1989.

* This is from a series of posts from thomasrye.com/travel when Levi Manning and I traveled to Europe.

The oversight that changed a day

Charlton Street, London, England

Picture: Charlton Street, London, England

(continued from last post)

We’d left our bags at a 24-hour storage facility in the train station at St Pancras. We thought this would be a great way to tour around London and see the sights with a lighter load. This facility boldly advertised 24 HOUR storage, though it was only STAFFED until 10pm. The hours of operation were on a poorly inked stamp on our receipt, unnoticed until a random moment of review in the shadow of Tower Bridge… two minutes before our bags would be locked away until 7am the following morning.

First train to the airport we could catch would be 7:02am. Time to the airport: 45 minutes. Wizzair, our airline to Poland, has a strict policy of closing their check-in 40 minutes before take off. Our flight was at 8am. The outlook was grim. We discussed our options, mainly just different levels of worst-case-scenario ranging from £70 loss to £100+ loss. And all of them included a nights stay at the luxuriously drafty St Pancras train terminal.

* This is from a series of posts from thomasrye.com/travel when Levi Manning and I traveled to Europe.

This is London

Big Ben and Parliament, London, England

Picture: Looking up Bridge Rd past a double-decker bus toward Big Ben and Parliament, London, England.

True to the end of the last post, the sights were seen. Three blocks walk from the cafe put us back on the Underground. After eight or nine stops on the circle line we arrived at Westminster station. It has, quite possibly the best exit in the city. You follow “Way Out” signs to the exit, walk up the steps to the street and then lay your head back on your shoulders to take in the 314ft, gargantuan Big Ben, poised in all it’s splendor directly across the street.
Then it was across the River Thames to see the Eye of London, around to Trafalgar Square, back on the Underground to Picadilly Circus, then to Tower Bridge. At exactly two to ten, Thomas had an epiphany.
“Hey Levi, when does the baggage storage place close?” … (continued next post)

 

* This is from a series of posts from thomasrye.com/travel when Levi Manning and I traveled to Europe.

Making our way

Paddington Station, London, England

Picture: Paddington Station, London, England

Travel has been swift and smooth, though not without incident. Before leaving Kansas City, Thomas’ carry-on suffered a broken strap and he carried it like a sack of potatoes through to Minneapolis until they were able to improvise a repair using a spare carabiner. Levi was gently rebuked by a UK border security woman for the ragged state of his passport. “Passport been through the wash, love?” He meekly confessed that it had been, whereupon she informed him that this had nullified all the “over 300” built-in security features and could allow anyone to use it by simply switching pictures.
After quite nearly not being admitted into the UK, we found our way to a local pub a block from the St Pancras station for some reasonably priced fish and chips.

Tonight will be filled with the obligatory London sights. Tomorrow, Poland.

* This is from a series of posts from thomasrye.com/travel when Levi Manning and I traveled to Europe.