Eurotrip, day 7

What a long day. We left Krakow, moved to Slovakia, dropped the girls off (and their 439,516 kg of luggage), had lunch, rolled across the country, into Hungary, got lost trying to buy the vignette for the highway, then we roamed the streets of Budapest without a clue, until we bought a map of the place. Upon getting the map, we used GPS: Gregoire Positioning System, when Frederic takes a light a guides me through the traffic. We found my friend's flat, I start parking the car just in front and the water pump goes kaput. All day praising the fact that the car moves much faster, and that the roads are good and whatever, then Rezna scares me likes this. I admit I had doubts about coming home. Past the shock, we had homemade dinner and went to a great bar, on the roof of a building, where some imbecile waitress didn't know Russky Standart was a vodka - written on their wall!

Eurotrip, day 6

So I thought that staying one more night in this hostel would mean sleeping one more night in the same bed. Wrong. We had to move to a new room... Anyway, we saw the Jewish quarter, with its synagogues and its flea market and its crowds of Jewish American tourists who all sound like Woody Allen or Jerry Seinfeld, then we visited the Wawel castle, the Cathedral and wandered around, getting a few souvenirs for the family. Fred and I, after my kebab poisoning, returned early to prepare to trip the next day, while the others went out clubbing. They were kind enough to wake us up. Just like in Reznas, but this time they had a key or the room...

Eurotrip, day 5

We moved to a hostel called Goodbye Lenin. As I said, never sleep in the same place twice. Then we met the belgians in Auschwitz, took a guided visit and everyone got a bit more heavy memories from there. Back to Krakow, by night, we met some native friends who took us to a nice polish restaurant where we ate like animals and saw our colesterol skyrocket. Nice! By the end of the day we decided to stay longer in Krakow, because the city is great but we never see it during the day, for some reason.

Eurotrip, day 4

After a good night sleep, we left Lodz under an amazing thunderstorm, with half of the city flooded. Quite a driving challenge, but Rezna took 3 hours to complain about it. The way to Krakow was long, and finding a hostel proved to be quite difficult, but eventually we settled for a room just across the street from the Opera House. Great location, not so inviting prices... The girls still took a walk at night around the center, but the men need some real sleep.

The idea of spending 2 nights in the same city is so far from our minds that we probably move to a different hostel in the morning.

We hired a bum to watch the car for 5 zlotky :)

Eurotrip, day 3

Today, the car did not complain. Amazing, considering that our trip has passed the barrier of 1000 km. We left the motel in the morning, and spent most of the day on the road, all the way to Lodz. One of my friends lives here, in a huge and very very nice dormitory, where the rooms have bathroom included. Not complaining about common shower in Reznas. There's like a small city just for the University, with the faculties, dormitories, pubs, clubs, supermarkets, pizzeria...
Not complaining about Maskavas Forstate, or about catching two trams to get to Fizmati, or about the distance to the nearest safe place to drink, or about sharing the neighbourhood with some bums, NOT AT ALL. I would never complain. Like the car.

Two final thoughts: nothing like a roadtrip to make your appreciate a shower, and nothing looks nicer than the trucker-tan I have on my left arm :)

Eurotrip, day 2

Vilnius is great, I highly recommend. We spent the morning there and then off to Poland, with a few stops on the way, because Rezna complains a lot. The lithuanian roads are not so good, and they are full of lithunian drivers, that should all be shot for the kind of things they do at the wheel.

Eventually we made it to Poland, passing a line of trucks about 30 km long at the border, and had to stay in Bialystok, where there were no rooms. We found a roadside motel and crashed there. The girls were happy about the price, until we explained them that the place was actually a bordello
. Tough luck. After all, a roadtrip is a roadtrip.

Caça às bruxas II

Morreu Jerry Falwell, mas o seu legado continuará por esse mundo fora, especialmente na Polónia:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/6698753.stm

Caça às bruxas

Outra coisa que não dá bom resultado: gémeos a dirigir um país. Não bastava servirem de capacho aos ianques e instalar um sistema de mísseis, a provocar a Rússia e a azedar as relações com o maior fornecedor de petróleo à Europa, de tentar banir o aborto até em casos de risco de vida, de quererem construir uma auto-estrada numa das reservas ambientais mais significativas do continente, agora vêm com a caça às bruxas:

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/6593323.stm

ACTUALIZAÇÃO: acrescentemos homofobia:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/6596829.stm

Tudo calmo na frente de Leste

Fundamentalismo católico polaco derrotado. Tenho mais uma razão para sorrir, só e apenas porque estes retrógrados de merda não conseguiram levar a deles avante.

http://www.publico.clix.pt/shownews.asp?id=1291113&idCanal=10

E querem uma Constituição Europeia a banir o aborto por completo!