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Arriving in Warsaw I stumbled over language barriers to land on the underground, getting off at a stop near my hostel - Oki Doki! I grabbed some local food and a cheeky pale and got talking to a lady passing by, Olga, and got some serious local knowledge on the places to go and places to never find yourself. Strolled over to the hostel where, again, I was signed up to the bar crawl. This turned into karaoke, unfortunately didn't have the back-up tracks for UB40, so settled with second best - backstreet boys. Didn't go down well with the locals - tough crowd. We then went off to a place recommended by Olga - La Playa - a man-made beach where everyone in Warsaw seems to be. It's a string of bars, clubs on boats and hammocks. Met a local lad who took me to a few underground pubs, and against everyone's advice, tried to keep up with a Pole. Surprisingly I forget how this ended.
Went Old Town the following day, which is a really nice part of Warsaw. Went to a Polish café nearby and had horseradish soup with a dodgy looking sausage. Having faith in the chef I went for it and halfway through stopped. People had said I'd get Delhi belly, think a mild case of Warsaw torso's kicked in early. That night I went on an unofficial bar crawl with an Aussie leading everyone. The pack consisting of a Scot, Finnish, Candian, American, two Irish and another English bloke. We just called eachother by the motherland, seemed easier to remember than names. Went down to the beach and met some locals who all seem really keen to give you at least one shot!
My last day started slow, think the 4x bar crawls were starting to take their toll. I strolled around the town and trecked over to the Uprising Museum, which took far longer than anticipated and I made it there 40 mins before closing, so rushed around trying to read everything. Left and went to a café over the road where hundreds of cyclists were stopping, along with an open roof bus, cracking out all these Polish rock tunes. Apparently the last Friday of every month this takes place. They cycle 20 km and finish outside the museum with the bus. Got back to the hostel where the staff said a Polish guy I'd met had called and wanted to go to a few bars, sounded a bit suspect so I passed. After all - another night, another bar crawl. Being a few of our last nights in Warsaw, the hostel staff joined us and quite a crowd roamed down to the beach for the last time and ran through the string of bars. I had to call it at half 4 to get a cab, pick up my stuff from the hostel and get a metro to my bus which was to set off to Vilnius at 6.
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