I am in Hel…

Poland.

I am drawn to Islands.

I write to share today about kissing points of Waters and my new favourite Polish spot.

Look.

A kissing point. Polish Land’s End.

I am drawn to Islands. Hel is a half-island or more a 36 km long amazing sand penisula, a nature phenomenon.

My brother told me that in communist era there was absolutely no access to the tip of Hel.

Military was there. You see it and feel it as you walk through the forest leading to the very end of land. Last summer I wrote about our experience on Danish former-military Island by Copenhagen, Ungdomsoen, that one is though man-made.

Hel is water-made.

My yesterday’s fascination by Hel Penisula was also extra stimulated by an article from 2009 I’ve found in webarchive.

It mentions both nowadays’ Hel and Stary Hel (Alte Hela) – a city further down the penisula that had apparently existed centuries ago and then sunk.

One of underwater hidden lost cities with ruins found under sand and mud?

I am fascinated by the (un)FINISHED WORKS by WATER.

To be continued.