No Cheese for Me in Zakopane

I was surprised to find that my leg muscles were only slightly sore this morning. Nevertheless, I had development a severe case of chafing, so another hike definitely was out of the question.

Instead, I hung out at the hostel finishing up work before checking out and heading down the hill to Zakopane.

There was a museum where you could see how the local smoked cheese was made and even make some yourself. However, when I got there I was turned down as they no longer offered demonstrations in any foreign language. When I said I didn't mind, that I'd be content with just seeing the process, they told me that most of the demo was theory, so I'd probably be bored out of my mind if I couldn't follow in Polish.

I thanked them for their honesty and tried to figure out what else I could do that wouldn't take me too far from the bus stop and didn't involve a full day tour. But I didn't find anything that really spiked my interest. I also wasn't very keen on going to the crowded center with my backpack again to get some local cheese. So instead, I found myself a nice park with a fabulous view of the mountains.Baca lagi