Biebrza – A River, a Rhythm, a Return
- Paws To Peaks
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There are places we can always return to. Seasons don’t matter. Nor does the weather.
Good places are born when good people appear. Later, all that remains is to find them among the ordinary.

Poland. Biebrza National Park. But Biebrza is not a place. It’s a sum of feelings - if only we allow ourselves to feel them. It’s nature in its old, unspoiled form. And the river Biebrza, which completes it all.

What we love most here are the cold mornings. Vast meadows where mist weaves with the first rays of sun, and silence.
There’s no need to stop in places like this. They set the pace themselves, so each person can feel them in their own way. Whether you paddle a kayak, practice yoga, run through the forest, or observe it from a bike - those are just forms. Each one lets you tune into where you are.

For us, this is one of those rare places on Earth where we feel at home. Mrok finds many ways to spend his time here - but what we choose most often are early morning walks.
Around Biebrza, wildlife abounds. They are at home here - and maybe that’s why they always watch us so closely. In truth, we observe each other. And now Mrok is part of that quiet exchange, finding his rhythm among the endless meadows.
From here, we often set out on bike trips, long hikes, or drift on nearby lakes and rivers in a kayak.

Our base is Zagroda Kuwasy - a place built by Agnieszka and Krzysztof. Their warmth shaped it. Excellent local food, firelight, and the heat of a real hearth - only a glimpse of what it means to spend time here...unless someone treats Zagroda Kuwasy merely as a starting point.
The hosts, long-time friends of ours, created a place that feels like a piece of an old Polish village. They bought and restored several homes - not to build a hotel, or a guesthouse, or a stylish restaurant. Calling it that would miss the point entirely.

We’ve shared journeys with them—even met halfway across the world, in Zanzibar (that’s a story for another time).
And often, we came here for yoga.
That’s all—for now.

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