You Need A Beer In Hell's Kitchen.

TARNOW.

We hear a boy racer in the car park just before sleep but fortunately there is no repeat in the night. We drew back the curtains and realise that we are the only vehicle in the car park.

There are a few disgruntled tourists peering over the fence at the museum as we drive off. It makes us wonder if we would have been able to exit the first car park we tried.

Fill up with diesel at £1 per litre. Take a wrong turn, a new road is not recognised by the satnav. However, it is a better route taking us through small villages and past a large roller coaster park called EnergyLandia.

The site is in the grounds of a hotel whose name translates as under the apple tree. The town is full of blossom and the locals have decorated the trees with polystyrene eggs.

There is a museum which holds very old gypsies caravans which Rosie wanted to see but is closed. We can just about see them by peering through the gates. There is a huge cathedral with the compulsory statue of Jan Pawel 2 (John Paul 2, to you and I).

The town has pretensions to be a tourist attraction but is in truth a working one. It claims to be the home to Jan Szczepanik an inventor involved in colour photography and textiles, including a form of bulletproof jacket. It also had an early tram system but all that is left is one resurrected as a cafe.

After all that history, we deserved a drink. Where better to quench our thirst than in Hell's Kitchen?