Krakow

When we got to krakow we found that we were truley back on, what my friends in south america would call it, the gringo trail (i dunno if ive spelled that right but who cares). Anyway when we got there we had finally hit teh Eastern european tourist trail proper, people 'interailing' from switzerland, norway, england, estonia, all the corners of europe and we were now properly amonst it. Our hostel was a really cool place designed to be as socialble as possible (you had to walk through the common room to get in and out and through the dining room to go to the toilet). On top of that it was so well located, literally a stone's throw from teh main town sqaure. We had read about a really good indian restaurant in the lonely planet but unfortunately it didnt exist so we went to a vegetarian diner style place that provided a very hearty meal for cheap cheap price. we went back to the hostel and watched the italy spain game - boring - over a few beers and got chatting to some italian german swiss guy called... forgot, oh well, italy lost, thankfully, cos they are shit, despite it being on penalties, and me and pierre, because we had started drinkins so late (we got to krakow itself at 8pm, then check in dinner etc) went to the club alone. we went to a club recommended by the hostel, we did teh split price entry thing to see if it was good it was, so then pierre came in, actually for free cos he remebered he had some free entry pass, so it worked out at about a quid-50 entry each. we got in and unfortunately teh house room was emptying, the smaller hiphop room was full though and we danced there for the night, their were lots of girls, slightly younger than us bu7t we still didnt get any play, resulting in Pierre declaring, 'we are shit!' which is true. we stayed there for a few hours and then gave up, i left slightly earlier. when i got back i raided the breakfast cupboard and had a bowl of cereal on the balcony with my t-shirt off (what i failed to mention was that it was hot! especially in the club) and then retired to bed where pierre had already crashed out on the bunk below.

The second day i woke up late, like 3pm and we planned to go to a lake near the centre that people were talking about but we dawdled so much that eventually the heat gave into thunderstorms which produced probably the biggest hail stones i has seen in my life, about teh size of a large marble and this is in mid-June! later on some english guys from the hostel - Tom and harry - said they knew a place where they were selling litre beers for a quid-50 we still had some bottles so we arreanged to meet them later. when we were about o leave we invited a group of 18 year old guys from northern Ireland - who were doing what me pierre and the rest of the train crew did last year - if they wanted to come with us, using the cheap beer as a selling point, 'sorry lads ur talking to the wrong people' my gosh. eventually we started walking to the bar with 2 other english guys from leeds, sam and joe (joe was a yiddo!) but pierre didnt remember the way, we asked some girls and they knew where the place was but then they were like 'its her birthday, do u want to come drink with us?' we were like yeh ok, there were 4 of them too. as we walked back to the main square pierre was talking with one of the hot ones while the other 3 of us were being shit and walked seperately from the three others. In fairness Joe and Sam were telling about their dipping into sex tourism, which was quite jokes but at the same time a bit creepy. about 5 minutes later the girls were like actually we have to work tomorrow so we're going to sleep, they were coming to london at the end of august so the birthday girl asked for my email adress and will se what happens, potentially 1 of me, 4 of them... we eventually found the bar which was closing tom and harry came out to meet us, and tom - who was doing a paper on stag culture and had been to krakow a few times - took us to a shisha bar/club. as a club it wasnt the best of places but we did get a shisha pipe which was cool.i ened up paying the most cos one of the guys thought it was my treat, who does he think i am?? we ended up dancing in a small room which played funk, but some of teh tunes the DJ brought out were so bad. after a few hours of not being able to take it anymore we left. when we got back i repeated the same cereal routine but this time i didnt feel at all tired so i bought an Ice Tea at reception and blogger until the early morning, i was feeling quite nocternal in Krakow.

On our last full day i woke up slighly earlier, about 2 and we went straight to the lake, the lake was basically a filled in quarry so it had good opportunities for cliff diving:


i was showing off a bit to some 14 year old boys and they responded by calling me a black something i'm not sure but the word for black in polish is the same in Polish as in russian so i understood half of it. we then hit the 'beach' of the lake - basically the old ramp into the quarry. we met the Estonian bikers who were staying at our hostel and then went to TESCOS to buy some food for dinner. that night i had elaborate beans on toast, kidney beans, fried with onions on cheese on toasted baguette, i nearly had a coronary. That night 4 stunning norwegians turned up, nice one. Tom and harry were like we're thinking about going to a micro-brewery and we were like 'ok cool we'll just finish our beers and-' 'ok, we'll see you later, come on girls' they didnt go to the micro brewery, we checked. we ended up going to a club night called 'House Forever' the door lady was like 'ID please' so we gave it to her 'OMG u guys are sooo young (*sigh*) ok this is the last time...' err ok then, we were following some girls that had passed us on the street and when we got in we couldt actually find any house, one of teh girls came over to dance with us but again teh club was so hot, i went to the toliet to air my balls and when i came back Pierre was pulling her. fair game. after a while of dancing with by myself in line with fan her friends came back from whatever and i started dancing with one, for some reason she was happy to grind and stuff but whenever i went to kiss her she pulled back or shook her head, then went away talked with her friends as if discussing something important and then coming back to dance with me, the twist is everytime she came back i got further, first a kiss, then she got some ice in her mouth and transferred it to my mouth then eventually we got off. we went and sat down and she was like where are u from, england, 'oh i thought u were foreign! - cool.... anyway after a while sitting down and getrting offd she 'had to' go home. i sat down for a while then went to the dancefloor where pierre was still getting off with his bird, i decided to leave, but on the way out heard some pumping house! i finally found the house room but could only dance for a bit as i was tired and my feet hurt - i know, pussy'ole. when i got back and had a bowl of cereal and harry and teh norwegians got back. one of them was giving me searious eyes, seariously, and when all her friends went to bed i was waiting for teh internet that she was on. finally she gets up and i catch her eye, and say excuse me - her eyes light up - is the internet free now, 'err, yes' ... i know, i am shit. Pierre came back later and his girl was also staying with a friend so 'had to' go home, we checked a few travel blogs about what was the quickest way yto get to Lviv in Ukraine from krakow, i blogged for a bit and then went to bed.

in the morning i got a few snaps of the main square as i ahdnt actually had a proper look around town, partly because Krakow was wicked. If we didnt have our EXIT tickets i think i could have easily stayed there a week.