Last day in Orawa/Podhale. Tired Girl; semi-eager Cousin W. Only one thing to do — go to Gubałówka.
Up the inclined railway
Down the metal bobsled-ish ride with Aunt K:
And then a bite to eat.
Cousin W had a crepe:
K and I shared potato pancakes with garlic sauce
And something Poles will recognize but I will refrain from describing further:
We went to the new “line park.”
Cousin W had a blast on the kids’ zip line.
Then a pony ride,
a group portrait,
and a return to a young lady very happy to see her mother.
That kaszanka looks v. good. Made me salivate. As we’re in the UK right now, I can’t have any. British black pudding sadly does not compare to a plate of fried kaszanka. Mmmm…
Oh, it was tasty. Plus a Tyskie and a view of Giewont — doesn’t get much better.
The first time I ate kaszanka it was difficult for me to finish knowing what it was. But I thought, “Hey, it actually tastes great, so who cares what it is?”
I see you’ve had good weather. But what’s with the sweaters??? (I say that with a smile: when I took my daughters to Zakopane in July some years back, I bought them wool sweaters and caps at the market and they used them right then and there!)