The day before yesterday ended in one of the cleanest discothekes I had ever seen – the air was cool and fresh, the floor was clean, the security had basic competence and courtesy, and a beer cost 2 Zloty – half a euro. Apart from the choice of music, which was mostly 90s dance music, it was virtually perfect. Accordingly, we had a lot of fun and spend three hours there, until the disco closed at 2 AM. Repeat: The disco closed. While I was in it. That has never happened before. The evening wasn’t over yet, as we’d lost somebody and some excitement ensued until we met him on the way back to the hostel. We tried scolding him for not telling anybody before leaving, which didn’t impress him very much. So once he was asleep, we tried to put his hand into a bowl of warm water. The rumor couldn’t be confirmed, because nothing happened. An experiment for another day.
Yesterday was our last day in Warsaw for a week, and led us to the technical museum, which had a few interesting exhibits: Two jet turbines, a machine for typesetting for linoleum printing, a collection of mechanical music boxes. But since explainations were mostly absent and a lot of the exhibits very old and not very interesting anyway, we left rather quickly and went up to the top of the Culture Palace, the tallest building in Warsaw. At over 200 meters, it gives a great view. After lunch, we picked up our luggage and took the train to Krakow – three hours time. After arrival, we checked into the small pension, bought and ate dinner and spent the rest of the evening at a pub. A good day all over.
Today was our first day in Krakow of course, and we looked around the old downtown and had a guided tour of the Wawel, the hill that housed the cathedral and the royal residence in Krakow for centuries. Everything was rather crowded and we had some trouble catching the guide’s words. The pinnacle of the tour was the 11 ton bell of the cathedral, cast in Nürnberg and last rung for the death of Karol Wojtyla, alias John Paul II and the election of his succesor, Paparazzi I. After the Wawel, we ate cabbage and rice roulade with potatos and went on a shipping tour on the river. After that, we had some free time to go shopping, or rather check out the marketplace. There was a large stage in the market, were a whole orchestra, choir and a solist were playing to empty seats and a crowd of onlookers – logic suggests a dress rehearsel. According to Kasza, one of our guides, the music was made by a new-and-coming polish composer by the name of Rubik. It was classical music with audible pop and musical influences, very sentimental. I’d like to take a CD home from Poland, but I don’t know if Mr. Rubik will see any royalties from me. There was also a very laudable group of break dancers on the other side of the market, performing live to a drumset. We spent some time watching them and ended up donating some money.
Right now, we’re at the hostel waiting for dinner. Our host has just bought a new kind of lemonade of a screaming red color that he admitted was “new and exciting.” No doubt he is right.


