By train to the sea? North to the Polish Baltic due to coronavirus without beds yet

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Assembled from only partially modernized Czech Railways cars, without a dining car as well as bed and couchette cars, it was not very reminiscent of a train in which you could spend a pleasant twelve hours traveling to travel across Poland to the waves of the Baltic Sea.

Due to infection without beds

“We don’t have sleeping cars yet, because it’s a coronavirus,” says a Polish train guide who started running to the Baltic from the Czech Republic a few weeks ago. “But you can easily occupy the entire compartment, it won’t be very full,” he adds calmly.

I left the veil in my bag, no one wanted to put it on me, even though the guide had it and also a passenger here and there. In the almost empty train, I chose a coupe next to where the guides settled, mainly because being alone in an empty car overnight wouldn’t be much.

In the end, however, it was not such a drama. Soon beyond the border, the first people began to board. And in Katowice, even a family with two children threw me out of a compartment I occupied, because they just had seats in it. I moved the door further, closed from the inside, and pulled. And although the number of passengers to the sea increased mainly from Łódže in Central Poland, I defended my compartment and even fell asleep around midnight.

The sun woke me before five in the morning, and when I opened the window, the air smelled salty, the sea. We arrived in Gdańsk, the beautiful capital of the Polish Baltic, where the beaches are slow and far from the center.

The beauties of Gdańsk:

Sea 19, air 19

Therefore, I performed only in Sopot, originally a German seaside spa, which still retains a bit of Prussian nobility. And you can also see a lot of money that has been invested here in recent years, also from EU funds. New modern railway station, restored pier and turn-of-the-century buildings, flowers, benches, greenery.

Around five in the morning, the main street of Monte Cassino is quite lively. Only a while ago, local bars and discos closed and several open snack bars have a decent sale. “Sopot watches at night and sleeps during the day,” the young blonde explains to the elegant Englishman.

It’s five minutes to the sea. White pier, long clean wide sandy beach, sun, gently undulating sea. True, the temperature of the sea and the air is 19 degrees. But for twelve hours of travel and a thousand crowns for a ticket, it’s still worth it.

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