Krak... ow!
Sorry Nick, I had to steal your post title. It's just so amusing.
What an amusing morning we had, delerious from lack of sleep. We landed in Krakow at about 9, still having had no sleep, hopped on the shuttle bus to the train station, which didn't leave for about 20 minutes, and took us about 800m.
On the train we were asked for the fare of 4 slutty (the currency of Poland). Oops... we assumed Poland used the Euro. The conductor spoke no English, and we no Polish, so he just gave up and went away.
We arrived at the main train station, and wandered around in a tired daze, wondering if we were in fact at the main station, and why the directions to the hostel were so lame, and why we didn't print out a map, or pick up a map at the airport, and what made us think that peice of crap Lonely Planet book could possibly help us. Eventually, we figured out we'd gone to the wrong end of the station. We got on a tram and the directions got us to a huge intersection and no further. We wandered around some more, being tired and laughing at the language (as you do when you get to a new country). Finally we found someone who knew where the street we were looking for was.
We got to the Ars Hostel and were able to check in immediately, even though it was only 11am. The staff were SO friendly, the beds comfy, and there was a living room with a TV with 300 channels, 10 of which were music and 20 of which were porn (lame porn). There were three other Melbournians there, one of who was also named Nick. The atmosphere was so friendly and communal. It is, by far, the best hostel we've been to yet.
We eschewed sleep because we were quite enjoying the delerium, so we went in search of food. We found a great resturaunt that had delicious and cheap meals. We hung out there for a while, but at about 4 we finally had to sleep, after about 28 hours awake.
We woke up around 7, showered and were asked by Slovak, the owner, to join him and the other three Melbournians (Bruce, Nick and Steph) on a bit of a pub crawl. He bought us dinner on the way to the first bar, and took us to some pretty cool places. It was a great night. Slovak could quote Monty Python with us all... what an awesome guy.
The next day we went to the salt mine with Bruce, Nick and Steph. What an awesome place. We decended 67m of wooden stairs into a world where everything is MADE OF SALT! The stairs are made of salt, the walls are salt, the statues are salt, the chandeliers are made of salt. As our (very amusing) tour guide told us, "you can lick anything you want in here... except the guide". She showed us a display with (salt)statues of seven dwarfs. "Where is Snow White?" she asked, in her polish-accent, monotone guide-voice. "Where is she? Can you see her? ...HERE I am." LOLZ!!!1 Lots of salt puns were made (as-salt-ed, rubbing salt into the wounds) and when there was a bit of a traffic jam from the tour groups I realised the people were causing clogs in the arteries of salt. Trippy, huh?
Anyway, that place is fucking cool. We only saw 1% of it, and that took us a couple of hours.
Nick and I went back to that resturant for dinner and got a lot of beers. We realised when we left at about 10:30 that the lovely lady was just keeping it open for us. But we left a decent tip.
The next day we went to Auchwitz with a londoner named Amy and another melbournian named Matt. We had been hoping that Thush would have met up with us by the time we went to Auchwitz (it looks like we won't be meeting up with us at all). I would have been great to have him there Jew-bashing Nick. Oh well. Auchwitz was lame... it just felt like a museum, and a cheap reproduction. Big disappointment.
On our last day we went to the market, but it was closed when we got there. That sucked. We went to Schindler's factory, but there wasn't much there. But hey, it was free. We went to the mall, and finally got some breakfast/lunch (I ate SO much KFC spicy chicken, for which i would pay dearly later). We went to a Jewish cemetary, and into the Jewish quarter for a beer at Alchemia (a really cool bar). Lastly, we went to the castle, the cathedral and the old town. We should have spent more time there. More money, too, but we were running out and didn't see the point in getting more.
We went to get our last meal at our resturant, and spent every last slutty we had on pizza. We declined when she asked if we wanted beer, but the she came out with two beers. "The beer is gratis." AW! So nice!
To put a dampener on our awesome time in Poland, I discovered when I packed that my blue jumper had gone missing. OH NO! I asked everyone, and checked everywhere, but it was, and still is, gone. FUCK! Now I only have my Number Twelve Looks Like You hoodie, which is very warm and very black, and terrible for chilly but sunny days. FUCK! I loved that jumper. Damn it!
I'm all upset now. I'm gonna go chill out before I start my Prague blog.
What an amusing morning we had, delerious from lack of sleep. We landed in Krakow at about 9, still having had no sleep, hopped on the shuttle bus to the train station, which didn't leave for about 20 minutes, and took us about 800m.
On the train we were asked for the fare of 4 slutty (the currency of Poland). Oops... we assumed Poland used the Euro. The conductor spoke no English, and we no Polish, so he just gave up and went away.
We arrived at the main train station, and wandered around in a tired daze, wondering if we were in fact at the main station, and why the directions to the hostel were so lame, and why we didn't print out a map, or pick up a map at the airport, and what made us think that peice of crap Lonely Planet book could possibly help us. Eventually, we figured out we'd gone to the wrong end of the station. We got on a tram and the directions got us to a huge intersection and no further. We wandered around some more, being tired and laughing at the language (as you do when you get to a new country). Finally we found someone who knew where the street we were looking for was.
We got to the Ars Hostel and were able to check in immediately, even though it was only 11am. The staff were SO friendly, the beds comfy, and there was a living room with a TV with 300 channels, 10 of which were music and 20 of which were porn (lame porn). There were three other Melbournians there, one of who was also named Nick. The atmosphere was so friendly and communal. It is, by far, the best hostel we've been to yet.
We eschewed sleep because we were quite enjoying the delerium, so we went in search of food. We found a great resturaunt that had delicious and cheap meals. We hung out there for a while, but at about 4 we finally had to sleep, after about 28 hours awake.
We woke up around 7, showered and were asked by Slovak, the owner, to join him and the other three Melbournians (Bruce, Nick and Steph) on a bit of a pub crawl. He bought us dinner on the way to the first bar, and took us to some pretty cool places. It was a great night. Slovak could quote Monty Python with us all... what an awesome guy.
The next day we went to the salt mine with Bruce, Nick and Steph. What an awesome place. We decended 67m of wooden stairs into a world where everything is MADE OF SALT! The stairs are made of salt, the walls are salt, the statues are salt, the chandeliers are made of salt. As our (very amusing) tour guide told us, "you can lick anything you want in here... except the guide". She showed us a display with (salt)statues of seven dwarfs. "Where is Snow White?" she asked, in her polish-accent, monotone guide-voice. "Where is she? Can you see her? ...HERE I am." LOLZ!!!1 Lots of salt puns were made (as-salt-ed, rubbing salt into the wounds) and when there was a bit of a traffic jam from the tour groups I realised the people were causing clogs in the arteries of salt. Trippy, huh?
Anyway, that place is fucking cool. We only saw 1% of it, and that took us a couple of hours.
Nick and I went back to that resturant for dinner and got a lot of beers. We realised when we left at about 10:30 that the lovely lady was just keeping it open for us. But we left a decent tip.
The next day we went to Auchwitz with a londoner named Amy and another melbournian named Matt. We had been hoping that Thush would have met up with us by the time we went to Auchwitz (it looks like we won't be meeting up with us at all). I would have been great to have him there Jew-bashing Nick. Oh well. Auchwitz was lame... it just felt like a museum, and a cheap reproduction. Big disappointment.
On our last day we went to the market, but it was closed when we got there. That sucked. We went to Schindler's factory, but there wasn't much there. But hey, it was free. We went to the mall, and finally got some breakfast/lunch (I ate SO much KFC spicy chicken, for which i would pay dearly later). We went to a Jewish cemetary, and into the Jewish quarter for a beer at Alchemia (a really cool bar). Lastly, we went to the castle, the cathedral and the old town. We should have spent more time there. More money, too, but we were running out and didn't see the point in getting more.
We went to get our last meal at our resturant, and spent every last slutty we had on pizza. We declined when she asked if we wanted beer, but the she came out with two beers. "The beer is gratis." AW! So nice!
To put a dampener on our awesome time in Poland, I discovered when I packed that my blue jumper had gone missing. OH NO! I asked everyone, and checked everywhere, but it was, and still is, gone. FUCK! Now I only have my Number Twelve Looks Like You hoodie, which is very warm and very black, and terrible for chilly but sunny days. FUCK! I loved that jumper. Damn it!
I'm all upset now. I'm gonna go chill out before I start my Prague blog.
posted by Nick Tresco at 11:55 PM
1 Comments:
Surely the 3 Melbournians were all called Bruce! You're in another country, all Australians are called Bruce.
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