Elephant on the Moon Hostel

Address: Biale Wzgorze 8, Krakow, Southern Poland, 30-203, Poland | Hotel
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This hotel, located in the Zwierzyniec area of Krakow, is near Jewish District (Kazimierz), Wawel Royal Castle (Zamek Krolewski), Wawel Cathedral (Katedra Wawelska), and C.K. Browar.
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    The Early Bird Catches the Krakow Fog...

    A travel blog entry by emfletche on Nov 26, 2012

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    ... weren’t abandoned to public transport, we settle down for the short journey into Krakow and to our home for the next three nights – the Queen Boutique Hotel. There’s a review pending on Trip Advisor for the hotel, but this was a fantastic base for our break, centrally located five minutes from Kazimierz, ten minutes from Wawel Hill and fifteen from Old Town and Market Square. It’s a small city, and ...

    The Good, the Bad and the Struggling

    A travel blog entry by sashadasha on Jul 19, 2012

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    ... process. The elderly, the sick and children were led straight to the gas chambers. The facility was destroyed by the SS just before liberation and was never rebuilt. Only ruins of the crematorium are signed in Polish, English and Hebrew.

    The camp was huge and housed tens of thousands of inmates in extremely crowded conditions. Each barrack was a converted stable and had up to five prisoners on each bunk. The heating was ...

    Part A - Salt Fun and Genocide Darkness

    A travel blog entry by melepua on Jan 05, 2012


    ... of death, profession. Lawyers, doctors, blacksmiths, gardeners. I saw their faces, saw their personalities. Faces with all emotions. Faces of defiance, anger, shock, fear, and pure, pure sadness. Their faces, their eyes. Their eyes, the chambers into their souls. Their human souls. At last, my tour ended at a gas chamber. Where people, humans, were herded like cattle, forced to remove their clothes and enter a room. The room. I walked inside ...