A Family, of sorts
Krakow Travel Blog› entry 31 of 113 › view all entries
June 22nd, 2008 – by: afredrix
After the third day of not talking to a soul in my hostel and being woken at 7am by hours of clanking and clattering from my otherwise invisible roommates (this is very poor hostel form, by the way) I decided to change hostels. I moved in with the boys to the much livelier--but surprisingly quieter in the mornings--Hostel Giraffe.
Our quartet stayed pretty close for the four days together in Krakow. Occasionally, I'd venture out on my own in the attempt to track down some alleged crypts or closed galleries. But usually you could find us in one spot, figuring out a way to escape the heat and humidity.
We took advantage of the nearby open market and hostel kitchen, and decided to make dinner one night. Actually, the boys came up with the idea, but somehow--after answering one too many questions on cooking solutions--I got stuck as head chef.
We explored the nightlife a little more as well. Some nights quieter than others. This included heading back towards Kazimierz for a couple beers and great get-to-know-you discussions, then a long walk in pursuit of a club called Kitsch. It was especially entertaining to watch a drunk Stephen ask the burliest group of Polish guys on the street, where the known "gay friendly" bar was. They laughed in his face.
But we eventually found it. And a few drinks and dances later, we were greeted by daylight as we stepped out of the club. (I should point out that I swear the sun sets at 11 here and rises somewhere around 3!) But still, it was late (or early) enough for the old folks and bed was calling.
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