Today we left the known quantity (ie, I'd been there once before haha) of the much loved Prague, and ventured onwards into what was the great unknown of Poland, and Krakow specifically.
Getting out of Prague was a bit of an ordeal. With TomTom not being hugely accurate, we (ok I was driving) took a wrong turn, and to do a u-turn and get back on the original road took us 20mins!
There were some gorgeous places along the way - so picturesque you just have to stop. Green rolling hills with quaint towns all along the way. Nature's visual hangover cure.
The border police at Poland had perhaps not seen Australian passports in a while; they certainly took their time looking us over. But soon enough we were through, and hooning down the road to get to Krakow in time for teh Aus/Brazil game, before running into a horse and carriage on the highway! It's a crazy place is Poland.
We found Krakow, and a place to stay, and went for a wander through the old town square to find a bar from which to watch the game. No Aussies around at all, but we soon ran into two Brazillians who actually turned out to be one Brazillian and one Pole wearing a Brazillian flag. Together we found a bar and became more interesting than the game itself to the locals who thoroughly enjoyed our antics. At the end, a group of girls came up and asked for a photo with Mark and I. Gotta love these Polish chicks.
Back to the hostel for a bit, and the hostel owners invite us out to the balcony for a BBQ with him and a couple of friends! Quite gernerous really, we'd just wandered in off the street that evening and already he was shouting us beer and food.
We had some fun with these guys, including lots of cross-language misunderstanding and even some cross-sexuality confusion when the owners (who are gay Poles, what else can you say), wonder out loud (in Polish) if Mark and I might also be (we were both wearing bright yellow jerseys, and laughing a lot together). Kasha (our new best friend as she was) soon alerted us to this, despite them telling her not to, but she did it in a way they didn't understand. Mark and I left pretty soon after that.
Left and went into town where we were going to meet our Brazillian mate at a club called Prozac. Turns out he wasn't there and we didn't like the place too much, so we wandered across the square looking for other options when we were stopped first by some poms who wanted to tell hear us say how good Brazil were, and then another couple of blokes who took us under their wing. One was a big Polish bloke, the other an Aussie, and they'd just then wandered off from another party for a brief moment to buy some food (even leaving a beer on the bar). But plans change, and next thing we know they were leading us all around trying to find a decent late night bite, and then on to a club where there we were promised no end of gorgeous Polish girls.
And right they were! There are gorgeous Poles for every appetite, from nymphs to amazons, and here was a great cross-section. Cheers to those fellas; Mark (especially!) and I (abstinantly!) went home more than satisfied, and quite exhausted.
Getting out of Prague was a bit of an ordeal. With TomTom not being hugely accurate, we (ok I was driving) took a wrong turn, and to do a u-turn and get back on the original road took us 20mins!
There were some gorgeous places along the way - so picturesque you just have to stop. Green rolling hills with quaint towns all along the way. Nature's visual hangover cure.
The border police at Poland had perhaps not seen Australian passports in a while; they certainly took their time looking us over. But soon enough we were through, and hooning down the road to get to Krakow in time for teh Aus/Brazil game, before running into a horse and carriage on the highway! It's a crazy place is Poland.
We found Krakow, and a place to stay, and went for a wander through the old town square to find a bar from which to watch the game. No Aussies around at all, but we soon ran into two Brazillians who actually turned out to be one Brazillian and one Pole wearing a Brazillian flag. Together we found a bar and became more interesting than the game itself to the locals who thoroughly enjoyed our antics. At the end, a group of girls came up and asked for a photo with Mark and I. Gotta love these Polish chicks.
Back to the hostel for a bit, and the hostel owners invite us out to the balcony for a BBQ with him and a couple of friends! Quite gernerous really, we'd just wandered in off the street that evening and already he was shouting us beer and food.
We had some fun with these guys, including lots of cross-language misunderstanding and even some cross-sexuality confusion when the owners (who are gay Poles, what else can you say), wonder out loud (in Polish) if Mark and I might also be (we were both wearing bright yellow jerseys, and laughing a lot together). Kasha (our new best friend as she was) soon alerted us to this, despite them telling her not to, but she did it in a way they didn't understand. Mark and I left pretty soon after that.
Left and went into town where we were going to meet our Brazillian mate at a club called Prozac. Turns out he wasn't there and we didn't like the place too much, so we wandered across the square looking for other options when we were stopped first by some poms who wanted to tell hear us say how good Brazil were, and then another couple of blokes who took us under their wing. One was a big Polish bloke, the other an Aussie, and they'd just then wandered off from another party for a brief moment to buy some food (even leaving a beer on the bar). But plans change, and next thing we know they were leading us all around trying to find a decent late night bite, and then on to a club where there we were promised no end of gorgeous Polish girls.
And right they were! There are gorgeous Poles for every appetite, from nymphs to amazons, and here was a great cross-section. Cheers to those fellas; Mark (especially!) and I (abstinantly!) went home more than satisfied, and quite exhausted.
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