And yes, you'll notice, if you look closely, that I've gone and done what innumerable other dudes in my carefree position have done: I've grown a beard. Keep the jokes to a minimum, please.
Anyway, Swinousjcie is very similar to all of the other places along the north Polish coast except it's even more be-Germanned than usual. The border is just a couple of kilometers west and it seems to be a popular spot for them to come, buy cigarettes and lather up their enormous guts with salves and unguents.
After a fish dinner and a cold beer (or two) I called around to various folks on my contact list, just wanting to celebrate the end of the bicycling portion of the trip. I discovered all too soon that calling friends, a bit tipsy, at noon (Seattle-time) on a Wednesday is a bit presumptuous. So I settled for strutting around the boardwalk, laughing and chuckling to myself all evening about what a goofy adventure this had all been. I'm sure I looked more than a little nuts. And I probably was.
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