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Summer's over in Krakow
Coming from Warsaw, and then getting off the train from in Krakow you almost feel like you're in another country. All the charm and character that Warsaw lacks is more than made up for by Krakow. We were a bit less than fortunate with the weather, but even in the grey and rain you still got the impressions of old-world charm that European cities are so well known for. Krakow also has the largest mediaeval town square in Europe – or so we read… ...
Drinking in Krakow...
... siesta and decide to ask why shes sleeping instead of enjoying the city. She informs me that because we got home at 5:30 last night, and were loud and snoring she was unable to sleep. She also informs me that I was sleep talking. I inquire what I was saying, and she tells me she couldn’t understand. I apologize for not being audible, and ask her to find out what I’m saying next time. I also inform her there was a little alcohol involved. ...
Salt Mines and Michelin Star Restaurants
... rooms. Level 2 is at 90m underground and level 3 is 125m below ground. All in all, a good 800 steps down and thank goodness for the lift back up!!!
I made friends with a lovely mother/daughter combo, and a guy from SA/NZ.. we ended up going for some beers on the square (Old Market) and the dinner at a stunning Michelin Star restaurant... Although, I must say.. I never thought Id be wearing tracksuit pants for my first Michelin experience ...
And now big Poland!!
... then enjoyed beer and food in the main central square by the old market and Bazylica Mariacka!!
The morning after we walk around the Jewish quarter before visiting the castle. We there saw the memorial of the ex-president and his wife in a crypt below the main church of the castle! A golden rose lays there to remember this ...
Not the happiest of days
... on that cursed ground, and you see the ruins of the place that bore witness to the worst crimes that man can commit against man everything changes. You can no longer be detached from these horrible acts because they are no longer merely pictures in a book, they are now tangible.
As I stood behind one of the few remaining barracks, looking out over the sea of brick, I suddenly began to weep. A cynic may say I was just overly ...
This hostel was formerly known as: Trzy Kafki Plus


