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Remembering Schindler
... and some good old fashioned lazing around. It's funny, some days we do so many new and exciting things that I could write about it for a week. Other days we do so many ordinary everyday things that I start wondering what I'll write about. Nobody ever told me about these ordinary days in amongst the amazingness but, it's seriously the normal days that keep us going. A schedule. Chores. Even just cooking our own dinner. It reminds us that we're ...
Not one, but TWO walking tours!
... tour at Schindler's Factory - which is now the museum of contemporary art. (but there is still a museum for Schindler and about German Occupation in Poland).
All in all it was a very interesting day! The tours are great, and they are FREE. (So if any of you guys are travelling this way, check them out!)
It's off the Auschwitz tomorrow.. should be a very interesting and emotional day.
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Life goes on
... with metalwork skills and erected on those gates by order of the Nazis in June 1940, still remains, and is a reminder of the horrors that befell the poor souls that endured (or didn't) such an internment.
Whilst the visit to Auschwitz is a sombre and sorrowful experience, it is nevertheless a lesson in human history that should be taught for evermore as a reason for keeping awareness of such possible atrocities, alive in mankind's ...
Cracking Krakow!
... for upcoming tours and wanted to try out a few places in the old town. We all headed out again to another of Octawian's recommendations, a bar very simply titled Vodka cafe. This place was tiny but stocked over 100 different kinds of vodka. Armed with a list of things to try we approached our kindly polish bar tender and managed to get what we wanted. The Polish generally speak very good english but they entertain our feeble attemps at pronouncing ...
Drinking in Krakow...
... Like a homeless bum, I keep approaching people on the streets, motioning for them to open my bottle. Not surprisingly it took about 10 people before anyone would help me. I finish this beer and decide that perhaps there’s a better way to get beer. I find a local bar… plastic chairs, old babushka looking beer women, mostly blue collar workers, and walk in. Everything seems fine, until I order a beer, and they hear me speak English. ...