Finally got a chance to write this after two days of falling in love with Krakow. The night train from Bratislava wasn't too bad once me and Markclare realised we could fold down other beds that weren't eight feet off the ground with no ladder. We arrived at about 7:00am and couldn't check in till 3:00pm so we decided to go to Auschwitz during the day after we hung around at the hostel for a few hours getting showers and being generally annoying.
Obviously we have all learnt about Auschwitz and I personally thought I knew what to expect but it wasn't until we walked around the gas chambers and saw the vast piles of shoes, suitcases and hair of the prisoners and the sheer scale of the Berkenau camp that it really hit me. I'm not really going to dwell on any of the details because it's hardly a nice subject and its something that you really have to go and see for yourself to fully appreciate it. Despite how sad it was I'm glad that we did it.
By the time we got back we checked in to the hostel and some of us went for a lovely sit down meal at place called The Dog in The Fog and then got some more ridiculously cheap ale in ready for hostel bar crawl, the predrinks for which involved free vodka with a year 5 style disco ball and some massive, scary-looking Polish guy 'DJing' in the corner of a back room in the hostel. Straight away Frank got our pre-made travelling playlist on with Mark screeching all the words to some of the worst pop songs known to man as usual. We ended up getting to a bar that no one can remember the name of, where some very old German fella who was completely out of place there started dancing like a mentalist with us, fist pumping with Frank while wearing my glasses.
Got up this morning, everyone felt absolutely disgusting and could hardly remember a thing, a bit like me during last night seeing as I apparently couldn't count down from twenty to zero according to Mike. After a quick shower we went out for another lovely sit down meal and felt human again. We went to book our next night train to Prague only to find out that there's no beds left on the train so we're going to be sat down for ten whole hours. Can. Not. Wait.
Had a browse round the square which was just generally boss and had a pint while taking numerous photos of Sean with full zoom because we're hilarious. Going out again tonight so we went to the shop on the corner to get some more beers, everything was going smoothly as you'd expect until Sean, poo boy, struck again knocking off a can from the top shelf which split and started spraying all over him leaving me an Pilks in stitches. He tried to close the the door and leave it thinking he was Seth from Superbad, before he was collared and charged for it, still dripping with Heineken. Going out again tonight because it's SHIRT NIGHT again so it's obviously going to be boss, just hope we're not as bad as last night because we've got to check out for 11:00am again, grim.
Yeah, shirt night did not live up to expectations and was far from boss, we all ended up coming in after a pint because we were knackered, except for Sean who was in one of his weird hyper moods.
Today we had another walk round the square and ended up getting one of the mini tour bus things around the city after Pilks and Cuban got the price down to 30 zloty each instead of 100 and trying to pass of Frank as disabled. The tour lasted about an hour and basically involved some fella who couldn't speak a word of English playing a CD on loop. It just ended up with us waving and shouting hello at people until we got a reaction like the children that we are, with a quick stop at Schindler's factory breaking it up.
It started raining so we're now back in the hostel that we checked out of this morning, waiting for our train which is in four hours and annoying the staff by clearly overstaying our welcome.
Krakow's been boss and I'd definitely recommend going, looking forward to Prague we're we've booked an apartment that actually has a bath. I cannot wait.