Tokyo was easy to write about, it basically wrote itself. Tokyo was exciting, colourful. Electricity, literally and figuratively, ran though the city, the people; tourists and locals, alike. No one day was like another and every sound was different, new.
Poland or more precisely Bydgoszcz, on the other hand, seems on the surface level at the very least, to be polar opposite of this. Bydgoszcz is grey, ordinary, boring. Weekends are for drinking cheap beer and milling around shopping centres. The town square looks run down and empty, shops close early and the weather’s crap. Like every other post war town, post industrial town, it could be placed anywhere in the North West of England and it wouldn’t look out of place. Nothing really happens in Bydgoszcz. Well that’s what I first thought anyway.
Underneath its grey exterior, Bydgoszcz is brimming with beautiful buildings, 10 foot murals, festivals, weekend events and things to do. Peelings pinks, off-yellows, and pale greens adorn 4-storey buildings, in a look I like it call dilapidated chic brighten the otherwise dreary days. But don’t misunderstand me, this doesn’t mean by any stretch of the imagination that Bydgoszcz is an ugly place because it isn’t. The buildings and the dusty paint add character. Pretty pastels neighbouring timber adding a personality that only age can create, they bring the city alive.
Curious statues and plaques, honouring military and culture alike, grace street corners and house fronts. A well-used, enjoyed and much-loved river flows through the city like a vein. Life spilling out of it on both sides; a boating club, bars, restaurants, museums, independent ice cream parlours and parks. A quaint combination of cobble stones and fresh tarmac, little old women selling woven baskets and high-end jewellery. Bydgoszcz is an interesting mix of new(ish), old(ish) or somewhere in the middle of that.
Sure, it’s still a small town and there are limits to what you can do but with a little bit of imagination and a tram pass (or a decent set of shoes), Bydgoszcz is your oyster (or pierogi, we are in Poland after all).