Consequently it has become incredibly difficult for the three of us to get together very often anymore, especially since Kath is so far from the civilisation of major roads and decent public transport connections that she may as well live in a different country. As a result we all decided a few years ago that we would fly overseas for a long weekend city break together each year.
It would help to satisfy our wanderlust, give us a break from our respective partners β and, in the case of Gloria, her kids β and allow us to spend some quality time with each other, putting the world to rights and laughing so hard our sides hurt. Our only stipulations were that the flights had to be cheap, the accommodation had to be affordable, and the cost of living had to be low enough for us not to have to watch our pennies for the duration of the trip.
Our first trip saw us landing in Riga in the middle of the coldest month of the year. Later on that same year we found ourselves exploring the Polish city of Poznan. Considering that few people we spoke to had even heard of Poznan, the city really surprised us β in a good way.
Poznan also had its quirks, including a hilarious croissant-making workshop and a bizarre dining experience. With such a huge student population, we felt sure that there would be plenty of cultural activities and events to keep us occupied, as well as a vast array of budget-friendly dining options, and a lively, alternative nightlife scene. A quick phone call to our host and a short taxi ride later, and we were checking into our home for the next three nights.
Although we were unaware of this at the time we were actually perfectly located just across the river from our favourite Cluj restaurant β Samsara. But we did ensure that we earmarked a few restaurants and bars during our 3-hour flight over to Cluj, one of which we headed to on our first evening in the city.
