Poland- back to my roots!

Trip Start Jul 22, 2006
Trip End Aug 04, 2006

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Sunday, July 30, 2006

Moving on once again!
On our way to Poland, we stopped in a little town in the Slovak Rep. for lunch. This meant that we had to change over just enough currency to eat, while not too much to be wasting some since we can't use it anywhere else.

Zoran, Sheila, Dan and I stuck together, and wandered down far enough to find a restaurant where no one else from our tour was eating, after our previous experience with a large group of people eating at on restaurant, taking FOREVER, and making up late to leave the stop.

I finally got to eat some dumpling! It was weird, it was like the size of the whole plate rather than the little balls I was expecting, but it was so amazing. Someone made a comment about hearing some thunder- I brushed it off as a rumbling truck. This was until the downpour started! Staff quickly let down the plastic sides of the tent we were eating under, and water was rushing in underneaeth. Dilemma: ALL of our umbrellas and jackets were on, or better yet, UNDER the bus since it had been gorgeous so far. And the bus was way down the hill!

I took off a few minutes sooner in order to try and find a shop selling shot glasses saying Slovak on them. Thus far I had gotten a pair from every country- one for me, and one for my sis for our collections. It was neat exploring the town a bit, except for the fact it was pouring with no cover, and I could not find shot glasses anywhere! Anyways, I met up with a few people and we decided to make the run down the hill. We ended up running TOO far, had to walk through a bug puddle, and finally made it onto the bus absolutely soaked. AND the windows were leaking a little bit.

On the way, we saw some gorgeous countryside scenery. The rain made lots of mist in between the rolling hills, and lots of cute little houses as well. Stunning. At the Polish border, the guard came on the bus to inspect passports. When he got to me, he looked at the picture, looked up... looked down... and up again. Panic time! But then.. "Polish name?" he asked? Relief! YES!

After arriving, we had a dinner at the hotel. Later that night, we headed out to a crazy club. It was SO unbelievably hot and sweaty inside. Dave and I, another polish- Canadian, decided we would only drink vodka all night as it is the national drink of Poland. So, straight shot followed by an energy drink with double vodka... and repeat. And add another cherry flavoured shot as Tom misunderstood the currency, took out an abundance of cash, and was looking to blow some by buying an entire bottle.

Anyways, an awesome drunken night was had yet again. At 4am, there were only a few of us left, and someone decided it would be smart to do tequila shots. Did I mention that I hate tequila? So I do the shot right before leaving with a few others. Trying to look cool my using my polish words, I said thanks to the cabbie. Oh yeah... when you say thanks after giving them cash before getting the change apparently it means keep it all. So I guess I made his night, giving him a $15 tip.
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