Comrades. The 22nd to the 27th of October marked my
visit occupation (haha) of Poland in alliance with the red army of Clare, Sarv and Tim. After flying to Katowice, and high-tailing it immediately to Krakow for a few days, a lightning (sad and sorry) train trip to Wroclaw (after I missed my flight home, again) was executed, true to form.
Now that my tale has been divided (haha), I have BIG news, I like Rihanna. I know, I know. You may say she’s just a generic Barbadian female singer, and maybe you’re right. But I’ve also been known to find love in hopeless places (read: the Met).
To leap straight in, Krakow is a crazy town. Before I say anything, please, please, PLEASE if you go to Krakow, stay at Tom and Greg’s Party Hostel. It’s insane. All I’ll say is, Greggy and Tommo are a pair of top blokes, and after a few days there, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again. Especially after the looks the Polish gave Tim after a non-English speaking hairdresser butchered his haircut on the eve of a visit to Auschwitz.
Krakow is a beautiful city, in saying that, I wish I’d seen a bit more of it, besides the inside of bars that is. But, as they say, C’est la vie. To use the obvious joke, I loved being at the Krak. Ya haa! And to see the silver lining, I know I definitely don’t have ADHD.
One of the main reasons I wanted to go to Poland, was to see Auschwitz. I won’t talk too much about it, but it was the most moving thing I’ve seen, and if you get even the slightest chance, you simply have to go there.
After missing my flight again (two people simply couldn’t wake me up – the mind boggles) and enduring a long train trip, hung over and sitting next to a Catholic Priest (forgive me father, for I have sinned) it was time for Wroclaw (the Venice of Poland) Wroclaw is lovely, but personally I preferred Krakow.
Apologies for how rushed this is, I’m off to Berlin tomorrow for a week, what of it?
Do widzenia, nastrovya!