Gromada Dom Chlopa Hotel
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- Wheelchair accessibility
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... set up in a modern fashion it was bearable. I went up to the 30th floor of the Palace of Culture and got views of the city, though I missed out on doing a tour of the interior of the place. I was a bit gutted about that. I did a decent wander through the parks, saw the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, went into the Cathedral of St John the Baptist, ate some baklava, resisted buying another langos, crossed the bridge into Praga and generally got sore feet. ...
... which was on time and landed slightly early.
That bonus was wiped out though by Billy leaving his passport on the plane and being unable to get through border control until it was found and bought to him. H went home, no point him hanging around, but I waited for Billy as I intended on getting a taxi home, and he doesnt live far away so there was no sense in not sharing it. It set me back £100, but after the weekend I just wanted to go to ...
... things to you, so once your in a city you never do much on your own!
Did you really dance round like a chicken in a butchers in Albania? (see blog post "Mirupafshim Sarandė")
• Did you ever find out about the fishing trip on Gavin & Stacey?
So, is travel what you thought it would be?
•Well, it's not all fun and games. Being on a budget is hard and sticking to it takes a lot of discipline. Travel challenges you ...
... Nazis. To them, it is necessary that you leave having literally witnessed the most gruesome crime committed against humanity; against Poland. To achieve this, the Polish memorials really crank up the intensity.
There are two major differences between German memorials and Polish memorials. First of all, there are dozens of Polish memorials all commemorating the same thing, whereas in Germany, one suffices. For example, the Poles ...
... the entire city. It was a powerful and defining moment, as I do believe that is when it finally hit me that, SWEET BABY JESUS, I'M ACTUALLY IN EUROPE! The remainder of the afternoon went by with a series of similar and yet consistently shocking and giddy laughter-inducing moments. I crept around churches, kneeled at the alter of the Holy Cross Church surrounded by fellow-backpackers doing the same, and said a little prayer for travellers everywhere. Throughout my moments ...