The best running trails around gmina gmina Mieszkowice

with tower café

A beautifully landscaped spot practically on the trail. I even found a great swing!

Anyone arriving by bike briefly thinks they've landed on a film set. A tall tower, old railway carriages on the bank, sun loungers dotted around the place – and behind it: the Oder, calm and clear as a poem. Stay overnight? Absolutely. But you should call first: for a spot at the top. A deluxe view – just without an elevator. Those who carry luggage also carry stories. And at the top, they'll be rewarded with a view that silently takes your breath away. The food? There's food – but not à la carte. Rather, it's a surprise. One for everyone, freshly cooked and of the quality you'd hope for but rarely get. If you're lucky, you'll sit by the water in the evening, a glass in hand, your bike leaning against the wall, and you'll wonder if you'll ever want to go back to a regular hotel. Across the street, the Café im Turm – an insider tip, like something out of a travel guide that only insiders are allowed to read. A spiral staircase leads up, narrow and slightly vertigo-inducing. Upstairs: a room with a panoramic view. One floor higher: tables. At the very top: a vacation apartment for the brave with heart and wanderlust.

When the wind blows over the Oder floodplains, you see not only ripples in the reeds, but almost something like thoughts in the landscape. A wide, quiet stream flows through the grassland, slowly and serenely, as if it had all the time in the world. And perhaps it does. There's space here, lots of space – for birds in V-formations, for skies with clouds that seem to be painted, for people who rediscover silence while cycling. The path winds along the dike, sometimes elevated, sometimes submerged, accompanied by mosquitoes, seagulls, and their own breath. If you're lucky, you might see a beaver; if you're patient, a stork. And if you simply ride, you experience a nature movie in Cinemascope – with the wind in your face and the feeling that this moment is exactly the right one. The Oder floodplains are not a spectacle. They are a promise: that simplicity can be enough. That vastness heals. And that it's worth entering the silence to hear yourself better again.

Anyone pedaling along this dike path isn't just leaving a place—they're changing their pace. Because here, where the Oder winds through the flat land like a silent thought, cycling begins to flow. No pushing, no shouting, no "Beware of oncoming traffic"—just you, the wind, the river, and maybe a few sheep looking curiously but saying nothing. On the German side, the border post; on the Polish side, the same blue sky. The Oder-Neisse Cycle Path isn't a path for those in a hurry. Those who cycle along it shouldn't consider the chirping of larks a distraction, but an invitation. The border? Visible—yes. But it acts like a silent contract with the landscape: You're allowed through here. But only if you listen. If you see. If you feel what a gift it is—this peace between two countries that were once hostile to each other and can now remain silent together. Past Oder floodplains, vast wetlands, small villages with bell towers and vegetable gardens, the path leads through a no-man's-land full of stories. Sometimes flat like water in a calm, sometimes slightly hilly when the dam rises. Sometimes the wind pushes, sometimes it slows – but that doesn't matter. Because the path carries you. If you cycle here, you should keep an eye not only on the speedometer, but also on the grass, which moves in the light as if it were secretly dancing. And perhaps at some point you'll realize: The real border doesn't run between states, but between "I must" and "I may." And on this dyke, you're allowed to just be.

Cemetery of Polish soldiers who died during the crossing of the Oder and on the way to Berlin. The cemetery was established right after the war, but the exhumation and transfer of bodies lasted until 1948. There are 1,200 concrete crosses stylized as the Order of the Cross of Grunwald in the cemetery. In 1961, an 18-meter-high granite monument was erected in the middle of the cemetery. It consists of an obelisk with two Grunwald swords hanging on it, in the background there are sails symbolizing the crossing of the Oder, and next to the obelisk stands the figure of a woman (mother) with a child symbolizing the return of the Oder lands to Poland. 1,987 soldiers are buried in the cemetery (including 1,661 known by name).

Looks like the bank of any other big river

Beautiful landscape on the Oder.