“Travels to a Different Time” : 24June1975: Ystad, Sweden: Milk and Cookie Bliss!

Up for last day in Poland. Raced to the washroom to beat the rush and take advantage of the hot water. Went into town but the stores would not be open until 09:00 so I sat on some steps and updated my diary. There were soldiers and police all over the place. The soldiers had machine guns and stopped a few people to look at their identity papers. They gave me dirty looks. They may be here to prevent defection to Sweden. I was at the ferry at 10:00 and whizzed through Polish customs. I bought a bottle of rum and vodka for $3.00 at duty free plus a pouch of Dutch tobacco. The clerk made a mistake in my favour of $1.60. We left at noon and the Baltic is cold and grey looking. At 17:00 had leftover bread, fish and orange juice. We landed exactly on time and I breezed through customs. The land of beautiful blond women! The youth hostel was full so I ended up at a campground. Expensive at $3.00 a night but hot showers and immaculate washrooms with the biggest rolls of toilet paper I have ever seen. The campground is a pleasant surprise. I have stayed in some primitive dumps in Eastern Europe. My eyes bulged when I saw milk! Haven’t had any good milk in close to a month.  What bliss having cold and high-quality milk with cookies. The simple pleasures of life! One of my lenses popped out but I am sure there are good opticians in Sweden. Had a rum and coke and was off to bed at 21:15 happy as a clam with the delicious milk. Saying for the day: “Poland’s national sport is waiting in line”.