Another Sore Head

Warsaw

Went out in Krakow last night with a few English guys. Ended up in an achingly hip club called Prozak where the beautiful people were all hanging out. A funny sort of place, lots of cave-like rooms and passages with metal stairs leading everywhere. It must be trendy because the beer costs more than a quid a pint. Didn't have much of it for once, was introduced to the delights of apple vodka with apple juice and things get progressively hazy from there on in.

I've had a few hours to kill here and took as extensive a look around as my hangover would allow. The city was almost completely destroyed during the war and, apart from a few handsome buildings redone in the original style, it's a symphony in Communist-era housing blocks and sparkling new office and hotel towers. After lovely old Krakow it's a bit uninspiring.

Off to Vilnius on the sleeper shortly. I've reached the limit of my inter-rail ticket so I'm going to have to get used to paying for train journeys again. Plenty of opportunity ahead for halting conversations with surly looking conductors who don't speak any English.