At the beginning of the summer, I went to set up my artwork for an exhibition in Jelenia Gora, Poland. And since it happens to be within a reach of nice mountains, that was the next stop.
Together with a friend, we went to Szklarska Poręba, a town with good access to the ridge. There's also a cool waterfall nearby, which made for a great starting point of the trip.
During the way on the ridge, I was admiring the skies. The clouds in the Central Europe are very different to those in Scotland.
The Giant Mountains' range marks the borderline between Poland and Czech Republic, which can be freely crossed thanks to the Schengen Agreement. We made use of it, and went to the Czech side to admire some beautiful views on the alpine flora..
...and another neat waterfall.
Later we returned back to Poland, to see the Śnieżne Kotły, a good-sized rounded valley formed by glacial erosion.
Then we descended back to Szklarska Poręba. The clouds were ever-changing the shades on the ground, and the trail itself offered a few interesting rock formations, so it was appealing till the end.
For the next day I wanted to take a bus back to Czech Republic, specifically to the town of Harrachov, as there is yet another spectacular waterfall. The issue was, I couldn't find any connections online, and the schedule written on the bus stop was updated 5 years ago. So the new plan was to get to hitchhike.
As a kid, I heard stories how the Central Europe is hitchhiker's dream, but we had a different experience. We tried for longer than I ever waited in Scotland, even China and the US, and had no luck. So we went to the forest and walked instead.
But a few kilometers further the trail intersected the road, so we give it a second try. Well, and this time we celebrated a result, as two Poles who went to the Czech Republic to buy cheap alcohol picked us. Perks of international trading, right there. Yey!
Harrachov is a popular skiing resort, including facilities for ski jumping.
It was hot, and I wanted to make some use of the civilization to get an ice cream. Unfortunately, nobody seemed to accept a card payment, and since I wasn't keen to pay a fee for using a foreign ATM, I had to give it a miss. Instead, we kept our pace to the waterfall, and on the way we were looking for some good picnic spot. Which we found...
It was near a natural pool on the river, not too far from the waterfall we wanted to visit. Reaching the spot required to wade through the stream, which was fun, and the water was warmer than I expected. So after the food break I went for a swim. Now, when I said that it was warmer, it indeed was above the temperatures of some Scottish lochs I've experienced, but it was still far from being warm. Suddenly, the ice cream was no longer needed. Nicely refreshing, that what it was. Then we finally got to the waterfall, the goal of this trip:
From here, we walked back across the ridge, back to Poland.
The last day we took a bus to Karpacz, from where we wanted to get on Snezka, the highest peak of the range. But before starting the ascent, we walked to see the Vang stave church. It has quite interesting story, as it was originally built around 1200 in Vang municipality in Norway. Then, in the 19th century, the local council was about to demolish it; thankfully, due the initiatives to save the structure, it was relocated here instead. This is an immense proof that it doesn't matter on the nationality, race or political party, but on the moral standards of those in charge.
Anyway. Snezka was cool too.
As it was a pattern for each day, the weather was playing with different color palettes each few minutes. You could just stare into one point, and it would change more often than dialogues in soap operas.
Due its status, Snezka is a well-liked touristy destination, which is reflected on its accessibility. At some places, one could drive a sportscar without ruining the underside...
...but at some others, one could not.
Over the last two days, we'd see a few storms rolling over the hills. Today was no different.
Well, except unlike the previous days, we run straight into one during the descend.
These stones came in handy as a shelter.
Once below the tree line, another storm came, and this time there was nowhere to hide. The trees were still soaked from the previous rain, so they couldn't hold the water - for the last half an hour of the trip we walked in a pressurized cold shower, but no issue. It was still more than 10C degrees warmer than an average day temperature in Scotland.
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Published by: Jakub Stepanovic in Stories