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Rynek - Wroclaw
Wroclaw City Hall
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Opera houseVisit the Spiz brewpub for...
Visit the Spiz brewpub for some of the more adventurous beers in Poland. I had a few days to kill before a newly planned rendezvous in Prague so I hatched a plan that would take me to Wroclaw, and then south to Brno and Telc in the Czech Republic before walking across the Charles Bridge. It all looked great on the map until I tried to sync it up with the train schedule. Getting to Wroclaw was not the problem, there were ample trains, and so I took an early one to ensure a full day there. It was the stretch to Brno that would lead to lack of sleep. There was only one and it was part of the Berlin to Budapest run and hence arrived at Wroclaw at the odd hour of 11:00 pm. To make matters worse, it would pull into Brno at 4:15 am! I decided to put the money out for a sleeper as it was very inexpensive and figured a few good hours sleep would be worth it. I arrived about noon to a drizzly Wroclaw, and headed right for the local brewpub. It was an upscale affair and must say, I feared the beer would be bland at best, but was pleasantly surprised with it. I had my fill and decided to venture out for some photos but it was still raining. I did a walk about for a couple hours, taking some dismal pictures and went for a tasty fish dinner. With very little zloty left, I went to the train station early and waited in the cold, dank reception hall for some time before spending what little money I had on a small snack and some water for the train. Though it was on time, it seemed like I was there forever and was quite happy to hop aboard and not have to look for a seat. I hoped my compartment was not too full and was ecstatic to find it empty. In fact, the conductor told me, my entire train car was empty! What luck. He said that I could just sleep and he would wake me ten minutes before we pulled into Brno. I stretched out and felt like a rich kid on a stipend but far too excited to sleep. Of course, no sooner did I nod out and I was being woken up by Polish border officials asking for my passport. A half hour later and it was the Czech border patrol doing their best to keep me awake. I may have managed an hour and an half after that, but needless to say, I was none too happy to be nudged out of my hard but private bed at 4:00 am. The Brno station was a lot nicer than I expected and actually there were quite a few people milling around but knew nothing would be open at that hour, so I set up camp against my backpack and waited for the sun to come up so I could look for a room. It was late October in a non-tourist town; I knew I would find one easily. I was in Brno, the Czech Republic, so I knew I would find a great beer too.
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