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Kaliningrad via Gdansk
My first visit to Kaliningrad: left UK 23 December 2000 <\/h1>\n\n\n\n

Kaliningrad via Gdansk<\/em> is one in a series of posts that recount my first visit to Kaliningrad in 2000, and my first impressions of the land, the people and its culture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Updated: 18 January 2022 | First published: 16 August 2019<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s 7pm, 23rd<\/sup> December 2000, and I am sitting nervously on a British Airways\u2019 plane bound for Warsaw, Poland. I am one of those peculiar types that believes sitting in an aluminium tube with thousands of gallons of highly inflammable fuel at 35,000 feet is perfect insanity. Never mind about the well-meaning \u2018statistically safest form of travel\u2019. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But was it a nice place where I was hopefully going to get\nto?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Previous post in this series: See you in Kaliningrad, Russia!<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I said in my previous blog post, I hadn\u2019t flown since 1971, but here I was jetting off to Warsaw. From Warsaw, we would take a bus to Gdansk and then, after a night or two there, a train to Kaliningrad, Russia. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a non-flyer I took a perverse almost masochistic delight in the journey, overcoming much of my fear with the aid of three or four vodkas and a very complacent brother, who grinned like a jackanapes all the way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For my own part, arriving at Warsaw Airport was not only novel in that we had arrived but also for the officialdom that greeted us. Here we were in the East, where it pleased my literary and cinematographic prejudices to discover a far more officious and militaristic reception. In London, Heathrow, it had been all suits, ties and \u2018ladies and gentleman\u2019; here, in the East, it was visor caps, uniforms, side-arms and cold stares. Passing through passport control was a stereotypical dream come true: the steely eyed and expressionless face of the man inside his little glass booth, glancing first at my passport photo and then searchingly back at me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My first visit to Kaliningrad (year 2000) and my first impressions of Kaliningrad and Russia. Links to posts in this series arranged in chronological order<\/strong>:
1.\u00a0The Decision: My first visit to Kaliningrad December 2000<\/a>
2.\u00a0Kaliningrad via Gdansk (23 December 2000)<\/a> {{You are here! \ud83d\ude0a}}
3.\u00a0First Day in Gdansk (24 December 2000)<\/a>
4.\u00a0Christmas in Gdansk (25 December 2000)<\/a>
5.\u00a0Boxing Day in Gdansk: Kaliningrad 2000 (26 December 2000)<\/a>
6.\u00a0Into Russia (27 December 2000)<\/a>
7.\u00a0Kaliningrad: First Impression (27 December 2000)<\/a>
8.\u00a0The Hotel Russ, Svetlogorsk (27 December 2000)<\/a>
9.\u00a0Exploring Svetlogorsk (28 December 2000)<\/a>
10.\u00a0Svetlogorsk to Kaliningrad by Train (28 December 2000)<\/a>
11.\u00a0Kaliningrad 20 Years Ago (28 December 2000)<\/a>
12.\u00a0Russian Hospitality Kaliningrad (28 December 2000)<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The ‘Sausage’<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

Somewhat disappointed that I had not been mistaken for the spy that they had been waiting for, I was then treated to what for most people I should imagine is a dull and onerous routine ~ retrieving one\u2019s luggage ~ but which for us, thanks to a certain bag in our entourage, proved to be most entertaining. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bag in question was a cylindrical-shaped canvas hold-all with a rubberised waterproof base. In theory it was a great piece of kit, capable of holding, well, anything really, and, when empty, folding away into nothing. Problem was, however, that when full it was very bulky, extremely heavy and extraordinarily long and, although it was well-catered-for with various handles and straps, those little wheels, which are such an indispensable feature of today’s large travel bags, were conspicuously non-existent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So there we were with the rest of them waiting patiently at the side of the carousel for our luggage to emerge. One by one our cases appeared, and we duly retrieved them. But where was that last, that special bag? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With about six people left around the carousel excluding ourselves, we began to grow concerned. But just as we began to fear that we may have lost our exclusive bag, we caught sight of it, coming out of the luggage hold from behind the rubber flaps ~ only it didn\u2019t. It sort of popped out, sat there for a while and then nipped back in again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Two or three large heavy cases then came tumbling out in a kind of jumbled confusion, quickly followed by another sighting of our long and lost bag. For some odd reason, it was making its exit and entrance at a compromising angle. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moving closer to the exit point, we could clearly hear lots of huffing, puffing and cursing from behind the rubber curtains. Our bag was now sandwiched sideways across the gap, forming a blockade with the remaining cases caught on top and behind it. From what we could make out, a lot of frustrated energy was being expended out of sight behind the scenes and then, with a thump and a cry, our obstinate bag and the others that it had bullied came tumbling into view. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whether our long bag didn\u2019t think much of Poland or was simply a petulant creature, this we will never know, but It was evident from the large boot prints on either side of the bag that our \u2018Sausage\u2019, as it became to be known, had put up a hell of a fight! <\/p>\n\n\n\n

By bus to Gdansk<\/h3>\n\n\n\n

After this trauma, we no doubt took a quick snifter or two of vodka from the hip flask that I had brought with us. It was now time to lug our luggage, including our recalcitrant Sausage, from the warmth of the airport to the snowy wastes outside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The plan was to bus it to Gdansk. We were both looking forward to the journey, to relaxing on the bus, that is until we saw what it was that we would be travelling in. Being English, we can be forgiven for believing that we would be going by luxury coach when, in fact, the carriage awaiting us was a rusting, clapped-out minibus with mustard lace curtains that once no doubt had been white. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t recall being too perturbed by the fact that almost everyone was smoking on the way; my brother was a smoker and I was prone now and then to indulge in the odd cigar. Looking back on it, it must have been a right old stinker ~ the curtains weren\u2019t yellow for nothing, although my smell memory retains a distinct essence of diesel fumes more than it does tobacco.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was a long journey, and we were very tired. It was snowing continuously and sometimes quite heavily, but this merely added to the stereotypical image that I had nurtured, and it pleased me for its novelty as much if not more than for the differences I noted as we trundled on our way: shops and road signage, all written, of course, in Polish; the filling stations whose names I did not recognise; and, when it was possible to see through the steamed-up windows, the distinctive change in architecture.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As the open road gave way to increasingly built-up areas we knew we were travelling through the outskirts of Gdansk. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We had in our possession a computer printout identifying the hotel where we would be staying and, according to the bus driver, we were close to where we wanted to be. We alighted from the bus, cramped and stiff, on the side of a dual carriageway teaming with traffic, shell shocked from travel fatigue but anaesthetized\u00a0by vodka.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My wife to be, Olga, had arrived there some hours before us and, as luck would have it, I spotted her having a cigarette in the window of the hotel restaurant across the busy street from where we were standing. Remember those wonderful days? Having a cigarette in the restaurant! {Post-normal days’ comment: Remember those days before coronavirus, ie sitting in a pub or a restaurant!}<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thus, the first stage of the journey into Russia was complete. We would stay for three days in Gdansk, which included Christmas Day, and then, on the 27th<\/sup> December, leave Poland by train for Kaliningrad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Next post in this series:
3. First Day in Gdansk<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Feature image attribution: Photo by USFWS on Pixnio: https:\/\/pixnio.com\/vintage-photography\/men-in-the-aircraft-cockpit-old-vintage-photo#<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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