Okay...it was our last night on the road and Daryl says he wants to book a room in Poland. Im like, Lets be more spontaneous and find a cozy inn in a sleepy village along the way. Too risky, replies Mr. Planner. So, he uses his phone, goes online, and books a room in a motel called Zolty Mlyn on a divided highway in a town called WWJD, uh I mean Wajda. Booking rated it based on its breakfast. That was part of Daryls criteria, I guess. So we are driving along when we pass it. I recognized it because there was a huge windmill on the side of the building all lit up. With no way to turn around, Uncle Daryl decides to back up the half-mile back to the hotel. BTW, the Skoda Fabia only comes with one back up light! Yes. Just one. And apparently that is legal in this part of the world. As we are backing up to catch the exit, there is a motorcycle gang lined up outside the hotel laughing at us hysterically - and they are drinking heavily near the Open 24 Hours sign. Delightful! We unload our stuff and the girl at the front desk is very friendly, kind, and welcoming. We walk up the steps (no elevator and no A/C) to our beautiful room for two - twins! It was clean, but the beds were something from the Soviet days and on opposite sides of the room. We cant open a window because 1) all of the highway noise and the motorcycle gang and 2) mosquitoes. Soooo relaxing! We took our showers and went to bed - Daryl with Benadryl, me with Ambien. In the morning we headed to breakfast. Please see the pictures of the hallway and the double doors and the sign above the doors that says, Emergency Evacuation. I felt like I was in an episode of the Twilight Zone when I opened the door to what looked like a fairy princess land of weddings and honey melons! Roses on every table. Big pink bows on each chair. Garland and candle lights and chandeliers. The breakfast? Meat gelatin cups with bits and pieces of fat. Yummy. All the fruit on the buffet was wax fruit - no really - artificial. Daryl grabbed a banana and one of hotel workers cried out in broken English, Fake food! Fake food! There was potato salad, onion and tomato salad, hard boiled eggs sliced in half with a squirt of mayonnaise on top. There was some sort of pate and a very interesting plate of cold cuts. No cheese. No rolls. No yogurt. Good coffee. Cold cereal and a variety of crackers and of course--jello. Honestly, not bad. And after 28 days on the road, this was our only interesting place. :)
Posted on: Thu, 29 May 2014 15:02:57 +0000
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