After grabbing a bite of Polish Pizza on my way back from Marienburg, I headed to the station to continue my journey to my next stop for the night: Torun, home to Nocolaus Copernicus, the bloke who controversially had the notion the world was round. The rubbish some people think up!... A pleasant little medieval town south of Gdansk and Malbork, Torun was surprisingly busy for its size, especially considering the severe lack of population I'd been encountering thus far. After chilling in my hostel for a while (with the luxury of a room to myself, woo!) I decided to go out to one of the restaurants recommended by my hostel for some traditional Polish food. After some consideration, and complaints from my stomach that it hadn't had any attention since 1130 that morning, I opted for sausage and hard-boiled egg soup, followed by a very peppery goulash served on pine nuts, accompanied by some hunks of polish bread and spreads, and a bowl of dumplings with assorted fillings. I nearly managed it all... It was excellent, anyway! I walked all this off with a meander through town, finding both the history-filled old town and the lively new town lovely in equal measure, then crashed out for the night. With Malbork earlier in the morning, this was definitely my best day so far!
However, the law of averages comes around quickly. The next morning I took a daylight wander through Torun, with many pictures along the way, then had lunch in a little cafe before heading to the train station. Or so I thought. I spent the next 2 hours getting lost on the outskirts of Torun, eventually missing my last train to Poznan! All part of the experince, I guess...anyway, booked myself a second night in Orange Hostel (very aptly named)and vowed to set off early the next morning...
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