Had a good sleep and up at 08:30 and went out in search of some goodies for breakfast. Bread and cheese are hardly goodies. I tanked up on mineral water at several places getting hydrated for my slog hitchhiking. They don’t seem to do a very good job of washing dishes and glasses in Poland. In fact throughout Eastern Europe but at least no bubonic plague yet. I returned to the youth hostel. A series of grueling walks and short lifts. There are lots of girls and boys hitching but they are Polish and I can’t recall seeing any Westerners. I arrived in Gdansk as the sun was setting and was directed by a cop to the youth hostel which was not open until July 1 but I looked so beat and forlorn they let me in! I ended up in a room with a student, his wife and child. I am thinking that many of the youth hostels I stayed at before tourist season were actually student residences that convert to youth hostels when the semester is ended. I actually found a washing machine so no hand washing. The rinse water was so filthy if the washing machine was human it would be blushing. What a treat! Supper of goulash over noodles with a Brazilian student whose parents were Polish so he spoke Polish.
“Travels to a Different Time” : 20June1975: Gdansk, Poland: The Washing Machine that Blushed
