Apartamenty Tww Lubicz Krakow

... This time instead of just a calculator I did have something a bit better, my dear, sweet, ipod touch. This handy, dandy, little gadget was my calculator as well as expense tracker. When I took money out of the ATM I added it in one of the notes in my note app and as I made purchases I subtracted money. It was great because I was able to track my spending money as well as the money the "family" spent on eating, sleeping, etc. So, sorry to plug the ipod but it ...

... been CHS for all I knew. It was a former army barrack so that's why it was so well built. The next building we went into had all the stuff that they prisoners had to leave behind. There were massive piles of glasses, suitcases, and cooking utensils. Then came the room that gave me my first throw up moment. It was full of human hair; the entire room. It had all been cut off of the people who died in the gas chambers before they were cremated. It had all been saved because the ...

... is that Canada was associated with a part of the concentration camps. At both camps they had large storage warehouses where they kept all of the property of those who were killed or used for slave labour. Because these goods and property were worth a lot of money, the Nazis called the warehouses Kanada 1 at Auschwitz and Kanada 2 at Birkenau. They called them that because Canada was viewed as a wealthy place and the warehouses held a lot of wealth that they would sell off ...

... which is the largest. The sun has been shinning all week, so its been footy shorts and a tshirts . you can walk everywhere, and after 5 days of being here, i think i know my way around pretty well. With toms eye and spirits a little down, we didnt hit the town for a party until we were four days in. But you dont drink though your eye, unless your really ******. So dinner and a night club was what we needed. It was an opportunity to have some fun, and ...

... In the crowd, we watched several drunk people (even saw a young girl pass out). Midnight seemed to sneak up, as suddenly they were counting down. At midnight, there were fireworks, lots of champagne sprayed on the crowd, and people downing vodka (I think vodka is a traditional New Year's Eve drink). After just a few minutes, we decided to head to our guesthouse. If crossing the square early was an adventure, this became more like a trial. It was worse--my only goal ...

... center, had some great pork knee, and then walked back to the river walk, sat on a bench, thought over my time with Magda, and watched a beautiful thunderstorm, with lots of thunder and lightning, that would light up the river and castle walls, rolling in. I managed to time it where I left the park bench and got back to the Hostel as it started pouring rain. It was a great last night in Krakow!!! On my way to Wroclaw, and a small change in plans

... felt great. After one snort, only a bit of vodka was gone. John went back for another snort, so I figured "what the hell" and went in as well. We both ended up snorting our whole shot of vodka. We were already fairly hammered and we now looked like a mess with vodka dripping out. Cecil took some great pictures of it and Adam took a video. When I get them I will put them up for people to see. After that everyone else felt the need to snort some vodka (except cecil ...

... we didn't realise what time it was while drinking cocktails and it was too late for the Jazz Club. Hopefully we'll hit the Jazz club tonight, but I think i'll lay off the cocktails from now on. Tomorrow we'll be going to Oswecim and we're also leaving Krakow tomorrow. We're heading to Warsaw, where we'll then be getting a night train to Berlin.

... dinner in Poland we found out where the locals get their Perogis (sp?) and headed there. The mushroom ones were my favorites. Jumping all over the place...Nicole was told about a Polish deathmetal band called decapitated, so it was a mission to find that CD...no luck. I have no idea when we crashed, but it gets dark there around 4pm (maybe even earlier), so time was really messed up. Day 2...Auschwitz.

... At the tiki bar (where a mohawked bartender played The Clash), we met a toothless Yugolslavian man, who claimed to be a boxer and a sniper. At first it was highly funny to interpret his mimed communiques, but soon enough they were too crude, and poor Megan, with her elfish prettiness and williness to be bought drinks, was soon annoyed. Again, a city defined by its churches and its castle. We visited the castle, passed the cave beneath it with ...