Distilleria di Bialystok
Avevamo scelto di fare un viaggio a tappe partendo da Praga per arrivare a Vilnius, avevamo fatto solo due biglietti Roma- Praga e Vilnius- Roma, tutto quello avremmo trovato all'interno era scelto solamente dal caso e dall'istinto. Prendiamo piccoli treni regionali fermandoci in varie tappe e in piccoli paesi, avevamo sempre difficoltà nel trovare ostelli in quanto i piccoli paesi polacchi non erano attrezzati per il turismo, purtroppo non mi ricordo il nome del paesino polacco che abbiamo scelto per passare la notte, dopo aver lasciato la Repubblica Ceca, ma ricordo benissimo l'ostello che ci ospitò, era su due piani e all'ingresso ci attendeva un signorina che a malapena parlava due parole d'inglese. La porta d'ingresso sembrava normale, ma salendo le scale a chiocciole i spazi diminuivano di centimetri in centimetri, arrivati nelle stanze il panorama al nostro cospetto era surreale, i soffitti non erano più alti di due metri, nelle due stanzette vi erano tre letti a castello, le finestre non esistevano e la lunghezza del letto non superava il metro e mezzo. Abbiamo passato la notte nella casa di Biancaneve e i Settenani, in compagnia di zanzare e di bagagli aperti su tutti i letti, per fortuna eravamo gli unici ospiti, il giorno dopo siamo scappati senza fare colazione e con mal di schiena, è stata un'esperienza un'unica ed inaspettata, non avevamo letto nessuna recensione negativa sui spazi offerti, probabilmente gli ospiti passati volevano offrire qualche secondo di stupore ai futuri avventori.
Arriviamo a Bialystok, qualche giorno dopo, e la città si presenta molto curata e e piena di fiori, città vissuta appieno dai suoi cittadini e con pochissimo turismo, i bar pieni di gente e le vie vissute; rimango stupefatto dall'accoglienza dei polacchi che incontriamo e il piccolo hotel che ci ospita sembra normale, il primo taxi che incontriamo insiste per farci fare una un piccolo giro turistico fuori città, partiamo alle nove di mattina direzione indefinita, dopo circa un'ora di viaggio l'odore si fa più acre e da lontano si vedono dei grandi serbatoi, non immaginavo quale sarebbe stata la nostra fine ma dopo qualche minuto avevamo capito: la distilleria della famosa Vodka Zubrowka, siamo tornati in città in tarda serata, e quello che abbiamo fatto all'interno della distilleria rimarrà sempre nascosto all'interno della bottiglia di Vodaka con il filo d'erba che abbiamo bevuto, l'unico ricordo nitido è quello della figlia dell'autista del taxi che per telefono spiega la strada al padre per tornare, era talmente ubriaco che mi siedo nel sedile davanti e cerco di tenere sveglio e attento il polacco che intona canzoni e si distrae continuamente, arriviamo sani e salvi sotto l'hotel, per i giorni successivi abbiamo evitato tutti i taxi e abbiamo camminato tanto tanto.
We had chosen to make a journey in stages starting from Prague to get Vilnius, we booked only two tickets, Rome-Pargue and Vilnius-Rome, anything that would have happened would have been decided by chance and instinct.
We took just small trains stopping in several small towns, we always had difficulties to find hostels because the small Polish towns weren't equipped for tourism. Unfortunately I don't remember the name of the Polish village that we chose to spend the night after the Czech Republic, but I remember very well the hostel that hosted us, it was on two floors and at the entrance was waiting for us a young lady who spoke just a few English words. At the front door everything seemed good, but climbing the spiral stairs the spaces decreased, and arrived in our rooms the view was surreal, the ceilings were less than 2 meters, there were 3 bunk beds, there weren't windows and the bed length was 1 meter and half.
We spent the night in the house of "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" and with a lot of mosquitoes.
The day after we ran away without having breakfast and with back pain.
It was an unique and unexpected experience, and we hadent't read any negative reviews on the hostel probably because the past guests wanted to offer a few seconds of amazement to next ones.
A few days later we arrived in Bialystok, and the city was very cute and full of flowers, a city fully lived by its citizens and where bars and streets were full of people.
I was amazed by the welcome of the Polish people who we met at our hotel.
In the morning we took a taxi and taxi driver convinced us to make a ride outside the town. We left at 9.00 am without an exact destination and after about an hour I started to feel an acrid smell and in the distance it was possible to see some large tanks, at the beginning we couldn't imagine where we were going but after a while we got it: the famous distillery of Zubrowka Vodka.
We came back to the city late in the evening and what we spent inside the distillery we'll always be hidden inside those bottles of Vodka with the bison grass that we have drunk.
The only clear memory I have is the taxi driver's daughter who explains to her father the way back to the city on the phone. He was so drunk that I sat next him to try to keep him awake and focused while he was singing some polish songs. We went back to the hotel same and safe and in the following days we walked a lot avoiding the taxis.
We had chosen to make a journey in stages starting from Prague to get Vilnius, we booked only two tickets, Rome-Pargue and Vilnius-Rome, anything that would have happened would have been decided by chance and instinct.
We took just small trains stopping in several small towns, we always had difficulties to find hostels because the small Polish towns weren't equipped for tourism. Unfortunately I don't remember the name of the Polish village that we chose to spend the night after the Czech Republic, but I remember very well the hostel that hosted us, it was on two floors and at the entrance was waiting for us a young lady who spoke just a few English words. At the front door everything seemed good, but climbing the spiral stairs the spaces decreased, and arrived in our rooms the view was surreal, the ceilings were less than 2 meters, there were 3 bunk beds, there weren't windows and the bed length was 1 meter and half.
We spent the night in the house of "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" and with a lot of mosquitoes.
The day after we ran away without having breakfast and with back pain.
It was an unique and unexpected experience, and we hadent't read any negative reviews on the hostel probably because the past guests wanted to offer a few seconds of amazement to next ones.
A few days later we arrived in Bialystok, and the city was very cute and full of flowers, a city fully lived by its citizens and where bars and streets were full of people.
I was amazed by the welcome of the Polish people who we met at our hotel.
In the morning we took a taxi and taxi driver convinced us to make a ride outside the town. We left at 9.00 am without an exact destination and after about an hour I started to feel an acrid smell and in the distance it was possible to see some large tanks, at the beginning we couldn't imagine where we were going but after a while we got it: the famous distillery of Zubrowka Vodka.
We came back to the city late in the evening and what we spent inside the distillery we'll always be hidden inside those bottles of Vodka with the bison grass that we have drunk.
The only clear memory I have is the taxi driver's daughter who explains to her father the way back to the city on the phone. He was so drunk that I sat next him to try to keep him awake and focused while he was singing some polish songs. We went back to the hotel same and safe and in the following days we walked a lot avoiding the taxis.
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