To Hel and Back

On April 21, 2009 · 2 Comments

Poland’s Hel Peninsula is an odd strip of sand jutting 35 kilometres into the Baltic Sea, cradling the Bay of Puck along its inward side. At its widest point near the tip it reaches perhaps 3 kilometres but it slims down to a diminutive 300 metres or less across much of its length.

Historically storms tended to wash across the sandbar to turn it into an island, and then build back up again to reform a peninsula. On a Polish map it goes by Mierzeja Helska which is hardly remarkable, but its anglicized name provides all kinds of wonderful opportunities for bad jokes and wordsmithing.



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Welcome to Hel


I’d forgotten about Hel and I’m not sure why it came back suddenly from my subconscious. I hadn’t thought about it much at all the last fifteen years or so. You see, once you’ve been to Hel and back it’s done, and that’s what I accomplished on a cold, rainy day in 1993.


Ferry between Gdansk and Hel Peninsula in Poland
The Ride to Hel. Hey, I’m wearing one of those shirts!


I traveled much more flexibly in those bygone days before marriage and well before kids. A trip to Europe involved little more than an airline ticket and a vague plan for securing space on a friend’s couch. In this instance the friend was living in Poland for a couple of years as a newly-minted MBA graduate, helping Polish companies adjust to a market-based economy.

Poland had broken the shackles of Communism only four years earlier and was still several years away from joining NATO or becoming a member of the European Union. It was an odd and interesting transitional period that I didn’t fully understand or appreciate at the time. All I cared about was the Zloty trading at 16,000 to the Dollar because of rampant inflation (eventually the government redenominated the currency and lop-off a bunch of the zeros). I could travel quite comfortably throughout Poland for a couple of weeks even though I was still in the early part of my career and not earning a whole lot by Western standards.

My American friend residing in Krakow and I traipsed about the country and eventually found our way up to Gdansk, the city so famous last Century for giving birth to the Solidarity movement that led to the eventual downfall of Communism in Poland. Yes, of course we toured the medieval city and viewed the Solidarity monument and hit all the appropriate historical sites, but we were here for another purpose entirely: we wanted to go to Hel.

My friend suggested the journey. A ferry runs from Gdansk to Hel during the summer and it would be an easy task to accomplish. I’m an aficionado of odd geography and I have a fascination with passenger ferries (what, you thought that was a new thing?). And you already know I have a warped sense of humor, so why not? Who’d want to pass up an opportunity to go to Hel?


Hel Peninsula in Poland
Going to Hel


The road, or in this case waterway, to Hel was paved with good intentions. We boarded the ferryboat determined to cross the River Styx Bay of Puck, on a heading towards the tip of the sandspit. A cold wind and intermittent drizzle bedeviled us as we sailed across the sound so we confined ourselves to a protected cabin. No other passengers joined us on the journey.

A member of the crew approached us. I didn’t understand a word but my friend had become quite proficient and determined that we’d be spending little time in Hel. We’d have an hour-and-a-half. It was a slow day and the crew wanted to knock-off early, never mind the published schedule. Either we’d return at the appointed time or we’d experience a night in Hel. They weren’t waiting for us.

Actually this turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Although reports of Hel seemed favorable as a summer resort, which seems to have been confirmed by all sorts of pages found on the modern Internet (including the wonderfully-named "Go HEL" website) it wasn’t such a pleasant destination that particular day. I’m sure it’s actually a lovely place but we were the only ones foolish enough to wander around a seaside destination on a raw, rainy day.

The suffix "Y" in the Polish language makes a noun plural. Getting hungry, we noticed a single dining option, a weatherworn establishment with a sign reading Hamburgery. Even I could translate that one. We ate alone, probably the only customers of the day at the hamburgery. We wondered if the sign might actually have been printed in English because we’d received a most unique interpretation of the burger, as in: "I’m not sure I’d call this a burger necessarily but it’s definitely hamburgery" I think it may have been pork. I don’t know. It could have been anything.

We made it back to the ferry. In fact we arrived extra early just to make sure we’d get back to Gdansk that evening. On the ride back we both agreed that we’d expended an awful lot of effort just so we could say we’d been to Hel and back.

I’d do it again.

On April 21, 2009 · 2 Comments

2 Responses to “To Hel and Back”

  1. Bill Harris says:

    Ah, Krakow- my favorite city in Europe. I’ve been there four times (and I’m not even Polish!) The trumpeter at St. Mary’s always makes a great story. Not really any geographic oddities there, though.

    • Yes, Krakow indeed. The most beautiful city in Poland. I fondly remember sitting at outdoor cafes, relaxing with a beer while the trumpeter played and stopped abruptly at his appointed time.

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