The Land of Po.
Wroclaw Travel Blog› entry 1 of 1 › view all entries
July 13th, 2008 – by: kimikoi
After my inter-cultural management exam (for dummies, understanding "typisch": why most Asians eat noisily and such), change my mental frame of mind, and I'm back to being an excited child at the prospect of getting an ice-cream for getting good grades. Except this is not ice-cream. No, no, no. This is much more. THis is me going crazy at seeing, breathing in the world. Oh my fucking my - I'm excited.
So I hit the road with Ola and her ex-boyfriend who still considers himself as the boyfriend.
We drive through the countryside and... I see Polish people. Any difference with the Germans? Um.. the older women don't walk around with flashing bright red and orange hair to boost their sexuality (no offence).
We stop quickly in Legnica to fuel our hungry bodies. I want to order Polish food. Mihal starts thinking and there's a naughty smile on his face. I ask if I should be scared or not. He exchanges a few words with Ola, and she smiles back. Hummmm... But I'm in the adventurous mood, so I'm up to anything because f*ing hell, I'm in Poland. I get served some soup with potatoes, carrots and meat IN a bread. The bread is the bowl, and the outside part is still crispy and warm. Reluctance. But I bring the spoon to my lips.
We arrive in Wroclaw at her friends place, as we crash in his room-mate's room, whose coincidentally away at the same time. Fuck. Typical bachelor's pad. Green mould growing in the corners, some funky smell in the air - a mixture of sweat, and fuck knows what. But heck. Who cares. I just need to sleep ON my sleeping bad on the mattress, and not toss and turn during my sleep, so that there's minimal contact with the bed sheet and my skin.
I look through the window. Then I climb out of the window to check out the view from die Balkon. Wroclaw. Poland. Aha. Nice. But I need to see more. It is nighttime already. The Polish need beer in their system, so we go to a club.
Nothing eventful. We dance the night away. WE're really tired, and beer is not helping. I am too much of beer person myself. I am the cocktail lady. Pina colada, anything creamy's good for my health. I love cocktails. I feel dizzy. Few guys trying to chat me up. I don't understand much and I burst out laughing. But i'm not laughing at them. I just felt like laughing. I'm weird. He gets confused, and somehow offended. Ag. I grab Ola and we start dancing again.
That was day 1. I'll talk about day 2 some other time. Reality check: Elida just called. I'm in Berlin again. She wants to hang out. I have been reading about German culture since yesterday night and I am in love with Berlin again. Ok, let me get ready.
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