Phone photos of continental #5, part X - Vilnius, Lithuanian night clubs and Warszawa of my heart

Back in Vilnius again.

I apologise for not writing more in these phone photo entries, but it's just that I feel as if I've covered most of the main ground in my camera photo entries.

Castle Hill

Now here are some pictures that weren't on my camera, because obviously I don't bring my camera to spur-of-the-moment (and rather terrible) night clubs. I got some blurry pictures of the Aussies - you can kind of see them dancing on the stage.

It was a night of no sleep, and off I went to catch my favourite early buses.

And hello Warszawa of my dreams.

Post office.

And waiting in a restaurant.

Kraków, part VIII - Kazimierz, Wisła River & wrapup

Kazimierz

I spent a lot of time in the Kazimierz Jewish quarter with the Parisians and Javiera, and we wandered there, whilst the sun sank lower into the west and the shadows lengthened. I gave a Romani woman the rest of my zloties. It hurt me to see her sitting there by herself with her grey hair and shawls, holding out her worn out, slightly dirty dolls which she was trying to sell to passerbys, to no avail. They all hurried by and ignored her.  She blew me a kiss and I smiled, but I felt very sad, and I feel sad now, writing about this and remembering her. Is she still there, I wonder? I wished I'd had more to give to her. It broke my heart.

At length we found a pub on a ship and went there and had some beer - it was starting to get incredibly cold - and then we sat down on the grass and talked and lay down and it was overall idyllic, and I enjoyed myself, but would have liked it better if it hadn't gotten so decidedly cold after the sun went down. We ended up going to yet another pub, and then I had to return early, and you know what happened afterwards - Victor walked me back and I met Kasia and the other guys in the hostel and drank till the wee hours of morning and that was all she wrote.

One of the nights I was there, I chatted a bit with Kinga and walked her to the train station and waited with her till her train came, whilst finding the bus terminal where I was due to leave. It may have been that night - I can't remember, because everything was such a blur. Too much booze. At any rate, I got up early on Monday morning. It's always Monday morning. Here's my itinerary.

05:00 leave Kraków Malopolski Dworzec Autobusowy via polskibus (6 EUR, already booked and paid for)
09:40 arrive at Brno Ustrední Autobusové Nádrazí
Check in at HOSTEL MITTE, at Panska 11, Brno, Czech Republic.
#14 EUR/ 380 CZK payable upon arrival. -- 21 min walk
Things to see and do: old town, Cathedral of St Peter and St Paul etc.

Kraków wrapup was that I met loads of hot guys, who were so ridiculously good looking that they kind of ruined the otherwise picturesque Rynek for me. I met people whom I really liked, who really liked me in turn. I drank so much that spent most of my waking hours outside in a stupour. I was a bit of a cunt. I witnessed loads of drinks being knocked over. I ruminated over the fact that my trip was coming to an end, and that made me a little sad. I spent a lot of time sprawled on the hostel sofa in the living room, which was very relaxing. It rained a lot. My thoughts were fragmented, and after about half a day I really just stopped caring.

I don't know if I will return but I might, but that's a very big might.

On to Brno, and I do not know what this version of the Czech Republic will be like. I hope I'll like it. I also hope it's not as hot as Prague was.

Sitting on the riverbank of the Wisła River with Javiera and the Parisians

The lower decks of the ship pub we were at

Kraków, part VIII - Rynek Główny and more Sukiennice

Another day, another night. I went out with Javiera and the Parisians out for another night of drinking, but had to plead out for an early return as I had a morning bus to catch to Brno on the morrow. Victor walked me back, which I thought was very nice of him, and then I went to the hostel, where one of the hostel girls, Kasia, was smoking with a friend of hers. Kasia was one of the best looking girls I'd ever seen in Poland, and actually most of Europe - everything about her looked so right. She was blonde and regal and imposing, and bore a strong resemblance to Kate Winslet, but I hadn't really spoken to her before this. I smiled and said hi to them, and Kasia said to me - "I think you are the prettiest Asian girl I have ever seen." And it all started from there. We laughed, and we went upstairs, where Adam and some of the others were mixing cocktails. Adam whooped when he saw me and ran up to hug me, and we spun around dizzily, and then he got me coke and rum and we all drank and drank ourselves into oblivion, and knocked over an astounding amount of drinks, then we all slumped onto the sofa in the living room and slept till daybreak.

And more hungover photos from the Rynek.

The one thing I disliked about Krakow was the sheer over-abundance of tourists left right centre. People everywhere. ARGH.