It was time to leave to lovely old town of Zamosc, but first we had to visit the church. We’d been past it many times, but always decided to visit it later, but never did.

It was pretty much like any other church except for one difference. Squeaky floors. Although they only seemed to squeak with my trainers. It was terrible. A couple of people were in there trying to pray, and my shoes were squeaking all over the place. I tried walking on tippie-toes but this just made it worse. By this stage I was quite a way in and decided to retreat. But for some reason the squeaking got louder. I was stifling giggles as I made my way to the exit, and burst into laughter when I got outside.  I felt like a naughty kid, not an almost (I’m not saying it) year old.

Then we drove. It was a two hour drive to the town I was navigating to, but you guessed it. Ten hours later and we are still not there. We thought we had poisoned Bertie today. It was a real panic for a while. At the service station there were two diesel pumps, a black one and a blue one. We asked two different people and they both said to use the blue pump. This was against Mike’s better judgement because he said black is standard all over the world.

Anyway, after googling and getting no information, we decided to fill up with the blue. Then I started having doubts. Then I texted Kasia and asked if she knew what the difference was. She said the blue one had AdBlue added to it. Shit! Our van doesn’t use AdBlue.

So I googled it. What happens when you put AdBlue in a normal van. And the answer wasn’t what we wanted to hear. It said it will cause serious damage to the engine. So we navigated to a diesel mechanic about 10 kms away. I tried to explain the problem using Google translate. He said they would have to drain the tank, and clean all the jets. It wasn’t going to be cheap, or quick.

But I think something was lost in translation. We went on to explain there was a choice of two diesel pumps. One was black and one was blue. Turns out the blue is just a better quality of diesel, not AdBlue. So panic over and crisis averted.

After that, our stress levels were high and we didn’t have much energy for doing anything, so we stopped at a lake for an afternoon nap.

We are fairly close to Ukraine here and saw the road signs going to Lviv. We could cross in if we wanted as no visa is required, but there might be a queue getting back out. Plus, I’m not sure our travel insurance would cover us going to a country that’s at war.

We eventually found a nice spot to stop for the night overlooking a river. As it’s Friday night, there are a few locals camping here, all with caravans.

There was a fire pit next door to us with some seating around it. Our neighbours got a fire going and invited us to join. The girl spoke good English and told us how during WW2 the Russians annexed this part of Poland and controlled the other side of the San river from where we are camping. But Poland got it back after WW2. So we’re camping on a bit of history that we didn’t even know about.

It’s such a nice spot here, we might just stay another night.