Hunting Gnomes in Wroclaw.

RAMULTOWICE.

We're up early to leave by 9am. The gate is opened by 8:45 but there's no sign of the attendant. Driving from the resort to the motorway gave us a glimpse of the villages and the landscape of this part of Poland. Call for diesel on route to Wroclaw. It works out at £1.10 per litre.

Satnav takes into the city even though we are looking for the park and ride at the football stadium. We use Rosie's android to get us there, we're about 5 miles away. Plenty of space and a tram terminus is next door. £4 buys us two day tickets. The internet shows us the stop to disembark and the route to the Tourist Information Office. Unfortunately, the tram is a different one and we end up at the end of the line. A helpful Polish girl puts us on the correct tram and we find the town square.

The city is famous for over 200 metal gnomes dotted around at pavement level. They date back to the revolution, being anti-establishment gestures. Now, you can buy a map and try to find them all. It is an interesting way to wander around the town. We find several but lose interest when the rain starts.

The family we met in Nuremberg visited here and told us of a restaurant called the Chopper Bar. The portions were enormous so we settled for coffee only.

4 hours in the town was enough for us. A tram was due in 10 minutes. It never appeared. There must have been a problem with the line because it was almost an hour before one arrived for us. Then, it had no number on the front so we let it go before seeing the number on the back. Maybe just as well because it was packed and another followed shortly after. Only one problem, the air conditioning was turned on despite the fact that the rain had lowered the temperature considerably.

A cup of tea back at the van soon warmed us up. Rosie has found a rural spot about 10 miles away. It's on the edge of a village opposite the church and cemetery. It's the playground car park so we hope that we won't get moved on. We were hoping to buy a meal in a restaurant but despite passing through several villages between the motorway and the village not one showed signs of offering food. We had to make do with cold meat, cheese and bread in the van.