Sailing in Poland!

I've spent the last week sailing in Poland, in a region of lakes and canals called Masuria. I was lucky enough to be invited by 2 Poles from the institute (who were fantastic tour guides/translators/itinerary planners), a German guy and Portuguese girl also came from the institute, and we picked up several more Poles on the way or met them there.

The team. From left, Some idiot, Artur, Spirit, Marta, Nadia, Amid, Wolfram, Marek.

I had no idea what to expect, every time I talked to Marta she reminded me to take wet weather gear, warm clothes, and insect repellent, so I was expecting the worst on the weather front (turns out there was no need to worry - we had warm sun most of the time, and a couple of evening thunderstorms). On the other fronts I had no idea - how "wild" are the wilds of Poland? Anyway, after a 800km drive (and the motorway was closed for most of the way), we picked up our rental boats. They were trailer-sailer kind of things with bunks for 6 people. They were pretty simple boats, and pretty indestructible too - one of the 2 we had was sunken in a bad storm a few years ago - but they were pretty fun.

The mighty Andan.

So we spent a few days sailing south, stopping at little ports set up exactly for people like us, and motoring through old canals made by the Germans. I was a bit scared of the boats to start with, but after a day or so, I realised that even though I don't have my boat licence (2 years ago I didn't even know boat licences existed!), and I've never really been in charge of a boat bigger than a cutter, I could handle these boats just as well as everyone else. I kept having to stop myself using nautical terms (port, bow, jib), and use words that people would understand instead (left, front, small sail). I learnt some Polish words (levo, don't know, fok) and my favourite odbijacz (fender).

Halfway into the trip, we got to the most untouched forest I've seen in Europe. It looked just like the forests look in fairy tales, with tall conifers, moss covered ground with mushrooms and berries, and little frogs jumping around all over the place. We collected mushrooms and berries, and firewood from the less pretty woods closer to the boat. We cooked sausages over an open fire and hid potatoes in the embers for the next morning.

Cooking sausages on an open fire. Germans go pretty feral when they are away from the motherland for more than a couple of days.

The next morning, Marek was searching for the cooked potatoes and managed to fall into the fire a bit, and burnt his hand pretty badly. The wind had also come up (maybe up to 20 knots), and we had planned on staying in the same place for the day, but decided we should go and get some medical treatment. So we reefed in the mainsail, left the jib furled and limped to the nearest biggish city. Marek got some drugs and bandages and was happier.

Then we slowly made our way back up north, stopping every night in cute little "ports" and eating Polish cuisine in the local pub. And before I knew it, we were handing over the keys to the ripoff agent (who charged us 5 zloty per plate (x6!) he alleged we lost), and making the mammoth drive back to Potsdam (via Wroclaw). Work was a bit hard on Monday morning, but it was definitely worth it.

And to end, here's some building in Wroclaw.

Thanks for reading my story. Hope you enjoyed it. It's the first day of autumn, so I'm gunna have to start hibernating soon I think. Well, after our lab retreat and Oktoberfest. But then I'll hibernate.

Hope you're all well and happy - let me know what's up in your lives!

Adam