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Gdansk

The train to Gdansk was packed again only this time I wish I had the luxury of my own cargo carriage. This time I was stuck next to a toilet, only the door was broken of its hinges and the smell was hideous. Gdansk was excellent and was a welcome cure to the travellers apathy I had been developing since Wroclaw. You know the drill, old town square, church, cathedral, etc etc etc. I guess Gdansk wasn't that different but it had a harbour and that always seems to make things a little more interesting. The maritime museum was really good. It never occurred to me that Poland would have such a rich maritime history.
I did a little day trip out to Malbork which apparently is the largest brick castle in Europe. I don't know, either way it was kind of ok. The line up for tickets was huge and I was really interested waiting or paying to to see what was inside something which was probably pretty similar to what I had seen before.

cheers,
schuey
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