The Long Straight Road
I had pretty much recovered from the previous day’s epic walk from Słowik to home. It was another fine day and wanting to speed up my weight loss I decided that I would go for another long (but not quite so long) walk. The objective was an interesting-looking lake at the end of Prosta (complete with island in the middle). Well, it was interesting enough. So, armed with a cheese, tomato and olive roll I set off down Prosta.
Prosta seems to be a road of many contrasts. Starting in the city, it’s a fairly normal residential street. Then, once you cross the busy Tarnowska road it turns into little more than a dirt track, bordered on one side by allotments and on the other by a motley assortment of houses. The roadside is also a dumping ground for bottles and other assorted rubbish. Fly-tipping seems to be a big problem in Poland.
Then for a while the street turns rural for a while, with so little traffic that children, chickens and even dogs are safe enough to play in the streets. Then you pass the old wooden church and there is a series of newly-built houses. After which signs of EU investment appear and pavements again make their appearance. Prosta ends. The final stretch of the journey is made along Sybiraków whereupon I spot a kiosk. Hmmm, what do I fancy? A bottle of coke, an ice cream or maybe a lottery ticket? On closer inspection the kiosk is disused and I will have to content myself with just my cheese roll when I reach my final destination.
Finally I reach the lake but opt against sitting down. Apart from the lovely view of lake, the place is a bit of a mess. Pine cones and broken glass resting side by side. After eating my roll I wearily head back along the road, passing and taking photos of all the interesting things that I had noticed on the way there.