To be young and social (Cracaw)

Normally I take it as part of my exploring to find the best spots, but the first night in Cracow I went on my first and only organised pub crawl night. Wondering through the cobbled street to our first destination someone said to me “Hey, remember me?” I was honest and a little embraced that I didn't, the girl that said 'Hi' to me was Anna, she and Nadene who I had already met as well in Warsaw as well were travelling together. Fortunately I didn't offend them by my lack of memory, and over the next few day we became quite good friends. The first place was a generic night club, free shots from the crawl, and American pop music playing. Some one commented on my hard core vodka embracing approach, my answer was I'll slow down when I feel it, but I need to be drunk to dance to this shit! Turned out to be a good night all the same.

I met my room mates in the morning, the first I met was another Ozi chef, so we talked kitchens and shit, and the pranks we had played. We split to do our own things, before going for a walking tour in the afternoon. I was writing my journal and was going to head into town to post my cards, but I was feeling inspired to write a song, the song of many titles which I'm sure different people will read different things into.
The second was a German on his first travel, that we bumped into in that afternoon, so instead of the tour we when on a walk around the town instead. A complete contrast from the grey squares of Warsaw, the building in Cracow just have so much more life. (Cracow became part of the German general government under control of the Nazis in WW2, and did not get bombed)

I took a day to do the Jewish district walking tour. the WW2 stories do sit uneasily sometimes, every now and then you tent to talk normal things with the surrounding people to liven things up. One of the people I met was Lise, and it was nice to talk politics again which I guess is a rather boring conversation for most, but its one of my interest that I find hard to find company for. I had to pick up my washing that afternoon, its been along time since I've been that excited to have my washing done (and folded) for me. Later that night I bumping into Maddie my old room mate, great girl, and a lot of fun to chat to so we decided to meet for a drink the next night.

After Auschwitz, we met up for a drink with her friend, after a few dead locations, we decided to try one more before calling it a night. What we found was the lowest bar in Cracow, as in depth in the ground. Three flights down we saw the bar tenders, and they where drunker than we were! At this point I would say we were toasty, the tenders were near on hammered. There was an interesting incident with the change given, instead of the correct change, we received 50zl more than we paid. The money was given back to the tenders, so grateful we where thanked in free shots for the rest of the night. It was a lot of fun to have a catch up, and kababs were in order on the way home. That's not bad considering last time me and Maddie went out drinking, we sung Bohemian Rhapsody the way back.

  

Jewish cemetery

Words to live by (from the hostel)