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.

Warszawa, part XIV - Warsaw Uprising Museum (Muzeum Powstania Warszawskiego), and wrapup

My last item proper on the itinerary was Warsaw Uprising Museum - Muzeum Powstania Warszawskiego. It was located about 40 minutes walk from the hostel, and I had to go through some rather seedy-looking districts before arriving there. I went there on Will's recommendation - he said it was really good - and I enjoyed it, although like POLIN and most WWII museums, it was extremely depressing.

As for my wrapup - this is what I wrote in my journal, on the road:

Back in my favourite country Poland. I can't believe the date. I feel that the latter half of this trip has simply rushed by. It absolutely dragged when I was in Tallinn and bits of SPB. A lot when I left Stockholm. That got a whole lot better after I left Tallinn. I hated that city, it just had the wrong vibes. I did meet the right people though - sort of - and maybe that's what really matters. I've not been able to get my mind off Hot Finn. Funny how I didn't realise I was into him until after I'd left him. Much to my amazement, Sanne (the lovely girl working in the Tallinn hostel) actually got his full name for me afterwards.
(A/N: why am I going on so much about all these - non-Polish things?)
I found him on Facebook and good gracious his profile picture is horrendous. I actually did not know that it was possible for such a handsome person to take such a bad picture. If I wanted a nice photo of him to mope over, I suppose that was the wrong place to look.
Poland is amazing as always. This trip actually went a lot more smoothly than most of my other previous trips. No weird or unpleasant surprises, hot guys galore, check. Nice friends slash potential future forever friends, check. Actually I have met a much higher percentage of the latter than I ever have. I wonder if this really has anything to do with the weight I lost!?

Not much there. For my part I liked Warsaw a lot more than Krakow. I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe because of Lital. Also, good vibes - the right vibes. Of course I'll be back.

Wola district, where the Muzeum was located

On my way there

Warszawa, part XIII - Stare Miasto, more Barbakan Warszawski and a little more Jewish Ghetto

The day was so beautiful that I would have wept, if I was that sort of person. It was one of those days where the skies were the colour of speedwells and there was that sensation of expectation hanging in the air. It was very beautiful, Warsaw of my dreams, and the sun shone dully and brightly in the skies. I got some more soft ices and then more vanilla milk, and I walked around the Stare Miasto enjoying the sensation of transition, of between places and going places.