Where the wild things are
Posted: 20 May 2010
Still, even though not the wolves we were expecting, a pack of wild forest-dwelling dogs is a discomfiting prospect. Especially when the ginger one tries to lick its way through your shins. But Kasha doesn't seem worried, and a couple of minutes later a man appears from nowhere like an apparition in Seventies vintage clothing and explains all. This is Kristophe, known locally as the ‘King of Biebrza', in whose embrace he lives in a couple of cold, old wooden huts. No running water, no heating, no electricity. A hermit of sorts, with a pack of 18 dogs for company. Utterly charming, if a bit weird, we soon find ourselves back at Kristophe's kind of camp-cum-smallholding politely flinching away from insane guard dogs attempting to garrotte themselves on chains in desperate attempts to bite meaty chunks out of us tourists.