Tell someone you spent the best part of 10 hours in a car in a 15 hour period and they’re not likely to think that would have been much fun. Ordinarily, they’d be right. Today, however, was a different story. Started at 6am and with Asia’s dad behind the wheel, he, Asia and I drove to Kraków for the day. The drive down was in parts beautiful, foggy, flat, bumpy, scenic and occasionally rustic. I took the time to make some plans and work out exactly where I want to take beneath us, the waves this year.
Kraków is similar to Warsaw in that it has it’s entirely ugly, grafitti-strewn areas but in the same way as my adopted home, it also has a beautiful old town. There is a noticable change in pace in Kraków too, people seem a lot less stressed. I Warsaw, a lot of people seem to get the head down and head towards their destination as quickly as possible. In Kraków, things move a bit slower.
The clothmarket is being rennovated at the moment and so we couldn’t go all the way in. Worse still, the outside was covered in tarpaulin so the effect of the building was muted. We wandered up to the castle and met the dragon (well, from above) and heard some baroque rehearsals from afar. A lovely introduction to the city but I think we need to go back in Summer to do some proper sightseeing.
A negative epilogue unfortunately as when we were walking through the old town, looking for a nice café in which to have a drink, we happened upon what, reportedly, is now a common occurence in the city. English cunts being cunts. I apologise for the potty-mouth (especially as I know my mum reads this) but it’s the only way to accurately describe it. Loudmouthed, obnoxious, fuckwit, English pricks (a couple actually wearing shellsuit bottoms on what looked clearly like a stag-weekend) making a lot of noise and generally being rude and unpleasant. I guess, I should mention that I’m quite aware Kraków has no doubt had it’s share of Scottish cunts being cunts but on this occasion, they just happened to be the typical twats you’d see on an episode of Blighty’s booziest arseholes, or some such Sky One show.
Post Script – 100 Days. Day #87
Blogged.
Polish Phrase: “Jak długo się jedzie z Warszawy do Krakowa?” – “How long does it take from Warsaw to Kraków?”
Album: Spent time working on ideas for the rest of the record. Time’s running out.
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