On Thursday, we left Gdansk and headed to Turon.

First stop the Malbork Castle.

It’s the largest brick castle in the world and once housed the kings of Poland—walking through it felt like stepping into a medieval time machine.

After lunch of traditional Polish food we headed to Turon. It is one of Polands best kept secrets. It is this little town full of quiet, everyday Polish life. Think cobbled streets, local bakeries, and not a single Starbucks in sight.

It is unique in that it is the only town that survived the destruction of WW2 so it had real Gothic architecture and nothing rebuilt.

I stayed at Hotel Solaris, right in the heart of the old town. Super cozy, old world charm and actual Skelton keys to open your door.

What really struck me? 90% of the tourists were Polish. It was a town for locals, by locals. There was not very much tourist traps except maybe the pierogi key ring I bought at a souvenir stand. LOL

Pierogi vs Wozniak Count:

Pierogi 3: Had them for dinner again including strawberry ones with fresh cream.

Wozniak 1: no sightings on this part of the trip.