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Saturday, March 6, 2010
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How to determine Madrid? How to determine any capital? Definitely this is the worse place - without it's identity - because of hundreds of thousands of external and interial emigrants who mix into the societies excluding at the same time the original inhabitants, who prefer to move to the suburbs. But because of this mixture, capitals are the best cities to find your place.La Capital
Although in the previous post I wrote, that the best way to get to know the city is to get lost there, I must add and appendix - do not apply to metropolis. Madrid is big - over 600 km2. And apart from the centre there is nothing worth seeing. Because of unpredictable weather I decided to divide sight-seeing to 2 parts. Western Centre of Madrid - firstly squares, then the rest. Madrid as every capital is very possessive so also here you have to find something special and unique. That is - the centre of Spain... if just Spain, it's the centre of Iberian Peninsula! It is attractive indeed, you walk along arcaded galleries, visit shops, when suddenly someone starts shouting at you. Nothing strange, probably you just walked into the film set of some Spanish soap opera. Tourist, tourist and one more time Japanese, and where are Japanese, there are pictures and oddly dressed people. Hence at Plaza Mayor you can see marines, knights, don Kichot, spiderman and spiderpig. Better to not to get hungry in the neighborhood of Plaza de Mayor or Plaza de Sol to not to empty your wallet. Next stop - Royal Palace and Royal Gardens - Camp del Moro. Nice architecture of the buildings which are partly open for the visitors. If palace, then few steps to the South and you are in the Cathedral. Go further more and see the San Francesco del Grande Basilica, unless it's closed. Walk back to the Sol and visit Santa Ana Square - there you can get nice tapas. When power is regained, it's worth to walk alone the Gran Via - centre of theatre, cinemas, fancy and less fancy shops something what can give you a semblance of Madrid's spirit. The best time to visit Gran Via is an early evening (9pm), and no, not because of the young South-Americans looking for customers, but to visit one of the theatres where every day there is rush because of famous guests in the audience.
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Where to eat and drink? Unless you have local "guide" - at home. My guide was Angel - friend from Erasmus, who easily found places, where una cana with tapas costs less than 2 Euros and where for few hours you can remind old good times of Hungarian parties.
Then simply take a walk on Paseo del Prado - distant with several meters Museo Naval, Museo Thyssen count, that some of the tourist will visit them. But they have completly other aim... If The Garden of Earthly Delights, Las Meninas or La Inmaculada de Soult can be called the pearls of art, then Museo del Prado is a necklace holding these pearls. I used, that EU students can enter the Museum for free* and spent there 3.5 hours. And although I never paid attention on art classes, concentrated more on war with teacher, than on analysing paintings, even such amateur as me could recognise these great works.
* Always in every place in Spain ask for the student discounts and don't be dishearted if the ticket clerk doesn't understand you**, phrase "¿Hay descuentos para estudiantes?" was the most fluent sentence ever said by me in Spanish.
**And again I have to make a digression - the language and the knowledge of foreign languages. Generally Spanish people don't speak any other habla, than their own. You can try, may not belive, but it's really hard to find someone who speaks good English, German or any other language, that I speak. When you ask "¿Hablas ingles?" and the answer is "un poco" or any other sentence in Spanish, than it means "No!". Fortunatelly all my Spanish friends who I met in this country were dealing with the language very well, giving me good tips about communicating with other people. And of course it's a shame for me that still my Spanish is very poco - ¡Mi culpa!View Larger Map
After few hours of art-treatment it's worth to spend some time outside, hence go to Botanic garden or straight to Parque del Retiro - these royal gardens were exclusive for hundreds of years, now are just waiting for your visit. The park is huge, but one thing is worth a quest. It is the only in the world, public statue of the devil. Fallen angel is a part of the fountain - unfortunately rain kept me from finding that. There is one more place which man should see in this area - it's Atocha Train Station - even if -as I adviced in the previous post - you are not going anywhere with this mean of transport - visit the station. Jungle - that's the word.
Toledo
Two days are enough to see Madrid - if you live in place away by walking distance from Estadio Santiago Bernabeu, you can go there - for 15 Euros you can touch the grass of the pitch where Cristiano Ronaldo ridicules the defenders, sit on the bench where Jerzy Dudek passes the towels to his teammates or take a picture with wax statue of Di Stefano in the Museum of Real. The same 15 Euros you can also spend on 1.5 journey to Toledo. As a rugby player I can't admit that I like football, so I went to the former capital of Castilla.Short advice to Orzech - when the coach from Madrid arrives, don't go out of the station, just find the platform of city buses (no 5,61,62) and go to the last stop (Ciudad vieja) - ticket costs 95 Eurocents.When you arrive to the Old Town - go to the information point to get free map. And no, not to plan the route, but to see on the reverse which tourist attractions are open. Then you can calmly get lost. Old town of Toledo is like a picture from Cervantes's novels. Even though it's close to Madrid, the atmosphere is completly different. Even the Japanese tourists are different. Toledo is adorable - great place for romantic date and for calm retirement. I spend just 3 hours on sight-seeing and next 3 on visiting churches, museums and galleries. But one thing is very special...
When you get to one of the lookout towers everything stops, shops and Japanese disappear, you are transferred to XVI century when the town was in bloom. It's not Spain anymore, it's Castilla - time to conquer New World!
Al final, quiero agradecer a todos mis amigos que conocí durante mi viaje. ¡Muchas gracias!: Lolek, Erik, Ángel, Víctor, Tatiana, Patricia, Elena, Sergio, Elena, Anyi, Leo, Carla, Elena, Eva María y otros ...
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Thursday, March 4, 2010
¡Hola Andalucía!
After night spent at Airport of Alicante I came finally to Madrid - but more about the capital in the second part of the post. Short nap in Pawel's place and I was already waiting for the bus* to Granada.
*Here small advice - if anytime ever you are going to have a cheap journey around Spain and there are no more free seats in Ryanair flights (Yes, that's in fact the cheapest way of travelling in Spain - roundtrip from Barcelona to Madrid can cost 10 Euro) take the bus instead of train. First of all they are much cheaper (roundtrip ticket Mad-Granada costs 32 Euro and there is no fee for rebooking) and secondly you are avoiding unpleasant control which after March 2003 has been introduced in every train going to the capital.
Eventually we three - me, Pawel (who you already know, among others, from trip to Lvov) and Erik (Pawel's workmate, becario**) - set off in Granada, where adorable Spanish girls - Elena, Tati and Patricia together with Victor were already waiting for us. When you come to Spain - do it in February, it's a perfect time to see the cultural and thermal difference between Iberian Peninsula and the rest of the continent. And students are the perfect example, because then they finish exam sessions and are the most willing to party (and when they are not?!).
**becario - term describing not only the actual task of intern in the company, but also his status. As Pawel and Erik said, becario is a bit out of the rules and etiquette in companies. All the mistakes, inproper clothing, etc can be excused exactly with this word.
Hungry, but enjoying beauty of our hosts and good weather (in the night thermometer showed 12'C) we went to Tapas bar. And if someone has just few free hours in Spain and has a will to feel Spanish atmosphere, there is nothing else to do, but to go to any tapas bar. It's like all Spain, all customs, people, stereotypes, surprises, literally everything Spanish in one place and they have canas. Finally the clock struck midnight, so it was the best time to go for a party.
And the company for partying was no mean, because beforeparty took place in the apartment of students of medicine, where liberating Cuba we were checking our engineering skills. Party in the club with Spanish girls can be described with one single word - WOW!. There are just two nations for which dancing comes so naturally - Georgians and Spanish. And what's the best, they were so determined to teach me salsa, that I - a person whose feet and hips always quarrel with rythm - I was able to make few proper steps. What is very noticeable - apart from girls, who looked just gorgeous, 80% of local boys in disco just look the same. And I don't know if this is some trendsetting, or Granada-style, but they all wear blue shirts with white collars and have horrible, horrible hair-style -something between early Limahl and Danzel the only difference is the colour of hair. On the weekends - because that time I could experience, parties last till dusk. That's why before 1 pm it's hard to find people on the streets. We recovered also just afternoon, but it was a perfect time to see Granada.
What a city it is! Some say, that if you weren't in Sevilla, you didn't see a miracle. But if you weren't in Granada, you didn't see anything. Perhaps all the Andalucia, but definitely especially Granada is like an open book. Walking along the streets, passing next districts is like reading chapters of Spanish history one by one. It's enough to walk few meters to straight from Jewish Gates of Fajalauza walk in to Arab bazaar. I always said, that the best way to get to know foreign place is to get lost there because without guides and maps you can see much more. In Granada you can be led not only by your eyes, but all the senses are telling you were to go. Extraordinary mix of thousands of smells - of spices, food, shops and products sold on the streets can take you for a memorable trip in Granada.
What Big Ben is for London, Manhattan for NYC, the same Alhambra is not only for Granada, but for all the country. Honestly, I am not a big fan of visiting museums and generally the interiors, especially when I don't have too much time and the weather is great outside, so I left visiting this great fortress complex just for the case of rain. But if not from inside, then where can you go to see Alhambra? Of course to the St. Nicholas square. And as you can call Alhambra - the diamond of Granada - that square must be at least a piece of coal, turning to a diamond. Cyganeria, bohemia, call it as you want. I will not describe it, just watch!
It took two days and nights to see Granada, but only few hours to fall in love with this city. Speechless with delight we left Granada on Sunday's evening, the capital was waiting already...
Friday, February 26, 2010
Spain? Country of craziness. Full of sex, love, fun, party and Sun. Place where once you can adore beauty of great sacral architecture, and other time you can get accidental sex offer during your bus trip. But more details...soon.
Finally I realised something, what years ago was described by Greek poet - Kavafis:
The City
You said:
"I'll go to another country, go to another shore,
find another city better than this one.
Whatever I try to do is fated to turn out wrong
and my heart -like something dead- lies buried.
How long can I let my mind moulder in this place?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look,
I see the black ruins of my life, here,
where I've spent so many years,
wasted them, destroyed them totally."
You won't find a new country, won't find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You'll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighbourhoods,
turn grey in these same houses.
You'll always end up in this city.
Don't hope for things elsewhere:
there's no ship for you, there's no road.
Now that you've wasted your life here,
in this small corner,
you've destroyed it everywhere in the world.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Bo gdzie jeszcze ludziom tak dobrze, jak tu?
Tylko we Lwowie!
This song written in the begining of 20th century has been an athem of people charmed by Lviv. Since the last weekend at least 4 more people can sign under that sentence. Lviv is charming, international, old and young, surprising, unforgettable...
Arrival
We came to Lviv without any serious obstacles on Saturday at about 12 am (GMT+2). The booked hostel presented itself surprisingly well (we paid 5 Euro per night) and the receptionist - Marichka - astonished us with her Polish language. The only problem which appeared in the begining was, that we had to climb on the 4th floor to get to our room. It seemed to be impossible to be done few hours later. We were awared that in many hostels in Lviv the hot water is available just at certain time - so it was in our hostel as well. Clean and sated we moved to the city. This time - as opposed to my last visit in the city - we had great weather and nothing could stop us from exploring this town.
First impressions? Our money was double worth as in Poland, girls were two times prettier than in our homeland, but the city was much more neglected than our domestic touristic destinations. From the visual point of view, Lviv seemed to have a bit of Cracow, Paris and Oslo at once. You can easily notice the big heritage of the city - Polish, Soviet and finally Ukrainian history stamped significantly in Lviv's architecture, urbanism and people's mentality.
I can't say that inhabitants who we met were hostile, but they weren't too much friendly as well. That can suprise if we consider, that in 3 years Lviv will be one of the EUROCup hosting cities.
Evening
Although during the day, we couldn't complain about weather, in the night it started raining. However that couldn't be a reason to not to enjoy Lviv's nightlife. We stayed in the hostel, where were coming the other guest. Really international company - Poles, Americans, Canadians, Chinese, Russians, Cubanians and Ukrainians let me feel again as on Erasmus. I won't go to details about numbers and quantities... but that night surprised us in many aspects. First of all our stupidity and immaturity - it's a shame to confess, but we did it and left all the prescious stuff - including passport with visa in the centre of the room on the shelf - fortunatelly all our hostel-mates were good people and our mistake dispense with consequences. Second - more glorious was getting to know our new city-mate - Patrick from Hong Kong, whose polish language was sometimes better than our. We just remember that the evening finished about 1 am because of two Americans who were so kind to ask receptionist to quit the party. The morning was the last surprise of that night, because we woke up without hangover and in quite good shape. As a result of our evening in that hostel appeared such a picture:
Sunday
On the last day of our visit in Lviv we premised to fullfill the touristic duties and see the key-places in Lviv. For a kick-off we run our legs to the Old Town to verify if entitling Lviv as "Three Cathedrals City" isn't an abuse. It is not. There are Latin (Rome-Catholic), Uniate (Greek-catholic) and Armenian cathedrals. What's more there are dozens of other temples which on Sunday seemed to be half-filled.
By the way - I owe you a complementation. On Saturday the Old Town was dominated not by tourists, nor by cadet corps (usually you can see many of them in every big Ukrainian town), but by the newlyweds. Whereever we went, there were many couples taking the memorial pictures with their guests and beautiful, skyborn and astonishing maids of honour. Lviv is the second place - after Belgrade - where we got an impression that Angels came to Earth. Gorgeous girls!
But to recur - later we went to Lychakiv, where among the others are located the memorials - the tribute to Polish soldiers defending Lviv in the begining of the last century.
Eventually the departure time has come and with fulled up with delicious dinner we moved to the bus station. *here I am going to skip few words dedicated to person who misinformed us that we lost quite a sum of money...
The come back
You can get the impression that every return journey from Ukraine is jinxed and I am overdrawing some situations. You can belive or not, but it really happened.
We came to the border with a coach (marshruta) at 9pm, ready to wait long in a queue for the passport control. But unbeware the border was empty - no more smugglers binded up with tapes of cigarettes - there were just few people waiting for check-in and that's why the custom officers where very pedantic with control.
It took over an hour to cross the border and when we came to the parking to take a bus we got a cold shower. The last bus went away 4 minutes ago. It was 10:10 pm and really noone wanted to take us (4 boys anyway) to Przemysl where we was our train to Wroclaw. Of course there are advantages of tightening our eastern border and strengthening the country security, but in such situation we saw just the drawbacks. Because while you stop smugglers, you stop all the business around them - not only trade, but also the means of transport (before joining Schengen Zone buses were running untill 1 am), what affected us in that moment.
We had no choice, but to walk 13 km from the border. And when in 3rd kilometer hopelessly we waved to hitch-hike, suddenly a jeep stopped. "Great!" we thought... but then the lights flashed and a masked border guard with machine gun jumped from the car. "Great" we thought again, but this time it had nothing with enthusiasm. He questioned us and wished safe noctivagation to Przemysl. "Oh, thank you very much, but maybe you could give us a lift?! " "We don't work as taxi drivers" he replied.
Sentenced to walk at 11:30pm we entered Przemysl, but our GPS disillusionized us - there were still 6 km to the train station. We decided to stop and take some rest.
Here is place for short comment: The picture's quality is at it is, and I would never publish that, but it's significant situation and there was no time to take the second shot, because...
... then a car stopped and man speaking with such an eastern accent decided to drop us to the station. Sent from heaven or just directed by profit - he brought us to the station, where we had to wait untill 5:50 am for train to Wroclaw.
Conclusion?
We don't regret anything!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
27 July, Friday
The day began, but formally continued at 7:30am. Continued, because of last almost-without-sleep night shouldn’t be called “night”… but not about this… Prepared, with bought korony (kč) and stock of cans with meat – known later also as „salmon“- we booked in at the main train station in Wroclaw. At 10:31 am the train with two travellers – Rys and Lolo at the platform, has left Wroclaw... Direction – Klodzko („Miasto“ as we and our legs got to know later)... The journey took almost two hours, but now I have to mention sth... in the majority of cities the name „Dworzec Glowny“ (the main station) means... and let you think that if you left train at this station, you would probably find yourself in the middle of the city or at least quite close to such... but this definition doesn’t fit to at least two towns in our region.... All travellers, who travelled, or are willling to travel on Lower Silesia (Dolny Slask) should forget since now about getting out of train at „main“ station in Klodzko and Walbrzych – hold your emotions for a while and wait for the station „Miasto“ (the city – because this name is real).
But our two heroes surely left train at Klodzko Glowny because otherwise they wouldn’t have an opportunity to remind few „latin“ words and do some „warm-up“ of our legs on the way to the bus station, which was just near „Klodzko Miasto“... [numbers: 9,76 zl for one-way student’s ticket, 1 zl tram’s ticket , 0,90zl „Napoleonka“ in Klodzko :-)].
The clock shows 1:40 pm and the bus of czech lines „Orlobus“ is ready to take us to Prague... The journey takes about 4 hours (including 1 hour in Poland, although with car you could reach the border even in 20 minutes) The border Kudowa Zdroj is rather symbollic because the guards let us feel amost as in „Schengen Zone“... through Zachód, Hradec Kralove, Podebradý, noticing worrying more and more raindrops at the windscreen we arrived to UAH Florenc in Prague at 5:45 pm... at the station was already waiting my friend – Helena who was not only a guide but also a host of us. After short instructions about buying and using „listký“ (tickets) for underground after 25 minutes the train stopped at Flora station where we - lazy changed to tram and took one „zastavka“ (stop) to finally sit on the sofa in „our“ flat at Kouřimska ulice... Shower, something to drink, pictures, talk... and Helča had to leave back to her home in Plžen, leaving us alone in Prague ...:-)
Still with metro tickets – what wouldn’t be so obvious later - we came to Mustek station (our favourite, because it was the fifth-last station which our ticket was valid for) – faithful to our travelling rule – that to get to know, you must feel it.. – we walked down on Vaclavska ulice – which during our first meal was temporary renamed to „Kabanosova“ :-). When our stomachs were half-full filled we decided to follow by multicultural crowd, beliving that it will take lead us to the centre. And that’s the fact – very quickly we found the town hall and the view known from the pictures became truth. After several minutes welcomed us Karluv Most (Charles‘ Bridge)... British, Spanish, Czech, Portuguese, Asians, Poles, and I bet much more people from other countries created the river on the bridge... the flower thrown near the bridge’s gate will soonely set sail on the second side... musicians, dancers, painters selling their arts and unforgettable view of Hradčany by night... that is only part of all things which hide behind the name Karluv most.
But what is coffee near Colloseum for Rome, the same is Czech beer near Karluv Most for Prague... and because the second rule of traveller is to eat and to drink only there were native-citizens do it... we found easily nice bar without foreigners.. and let „gold liquids“ to adopt us in Czech Republic. (look for: Pivo) At about 1am by tram, with good mood we came home and in the moment fell asleep... :-)
28 July, Saturday
Second day – decided that this time we’ll get to know the city “with mind”, we have chosen few place to see…
First of all – described in every book-guide “Josefov” – the Jewish district with old cemetery, synagogues and pubs – but of course polish smart students forgot that Saturday is a holy, free day for Jews and entrance for every typical for this nation building is closed. So we got to know famous Josefov just from the outside – taking only few pictures of graves behind the wall… Maybe fortunately, because- as we got to know from Helča – the entrance fee was about 250 kc from each person – which seemed too much for two poor students from Poland ;)
But before we came to Josefov we did some shopping in the nearest shop (shopping- maybe in this case it doesn’t fill the definition of the word – “shopping”) and took some tram – probably number 11 which took us to the stop “Museum” – why the tram? Well.. after the first day we got to know on one side traveling without a ticket is possible and could let us save some money at least for one beer… but on second side – possibility of escape while ticket-controllers are trying to catch you, under the ground is a bit limited :P … So we have chosen old-well-known tram to travel at least at day :-)
We took several (this is an advantage of digital cameras - how much would we pay for traditional – analog pictures…) pictures in front of and from every side of Museum and decided to walk down of the city but avoiding main streets… we did our best… but the one who was in Prague knows very well that finally – however and anywhere you walk, you will finally get to the centre… So in this way we saw an Opera and other interesting buildings, ate ice-cream near the tower and finally got to some gate – which we know about only, that was founded by polish duke – Wladyslaw Jagiellonczyk and nearby sat down “horde” of young German tourists ;)
We got to described before Josefov and then got – quite known for students feeling of hungry… In mistake is the reader who thinks that suddenly we started looking for some restaurant… no no no... :-) Armed with salami and bought in the morning rolls we came to the “…” square where the main event was not our “late breakfast” but Folk Prague Festival… With all responsibility I can say now that in this way we ate with culture ;) Aaa... I forgot to add that the liquid which was our companion this time was non-alco Coca-Cola light… [ech commercials…] ;)
Although we didn’t want.. finally we came to our “beer-opener” Karluv Most :-) You can do your best… tell yourself “no more” but I suppose – there is no chance to avoid this bridge, this place during your day… But we just looked at… because this time our aim was to see as much as we can and to realize every point of our plan… and there left for Saturday still… “Dancing house” and “Hostinec u Kalicha” . The first point from the list was found quite easily – just near the river… with its shape seemed that an architect who designed such “Art” had quite hard night… or rather week before started drawing… One thing is sure – it became one of Prague’s symbols… The second point – “Hostinec u Kalicha” – it was a bit harder to find this place… but exploration was worth of it’s prize… Prize – and here I should mention few numbers… The average prize of Pilsner Urquell in every pub situated at least 20 meters from the main square costs from 27 till 35 Kc (about 1 €) but not at “u Kalicha”… this place is known as the most favourite place of famous “Švejk” -the only Czech soldier, who although was just imagined by Jaroslav Hašek hero- is recognized on all the world. The restaurant U Kalicha isn’t any special place… I would rather say that if we wouldn’t follow by the instructions and place described in the guide we would never chose such an ugly place to drink a beer… and for sure not to eat anything… Pivo u Kalicha (1 liter) costed 120kč and was the same as in every other pub… There was one more minus of this pub… that except one table – taken by Germans, all the restaurant’s customers were Poles… It didn’t satisfy us… but more disappointed was the manager of the restaurant who to show his frustration of “such life” told us that for 10 last days there were no Poles who ordered more than few beers… And it’s hard to believe that except Germans anyone took anything more than Pilsner… :P
But I can’t lie and must say that after such beer and such “rape” on our wallets we left the restaurant with very good mood and soon we came home. Last time when I fell asleep during the normal day… hard to remind… maybe 8 years ago… Ech this Prague… :-) At home we finished Salami and ate of course our favorite cans - which for the needs of this article we called “salmon”.
In the evening we again came to the centre – but this time our aim was to take couple of pictures of Prague by night… and we did it! How to not to love this city?!
P.S.
What’s more at night we went to one internet-café to check the schedule of buses back to Klodzko…and very good that we did it because in other way next day we would be waiting for the bus which wouldn’t come… For a second we felt weak and wanted to check what’s new in Poland but finally at the last moment we got back conscious and turned off computer :-)
29 July, Sunday
We woke up quite late - maybe because few times Czech pigeons let me know about their existence at night… but later we both decided that the fault was on Finn side ;) Quickly ate “salmon” and we left our Vinohrady and quickly got to the centre… Sunday was destined for visiting Hrad (the castle), Zlata ulice (Gold Street) and few other nice places, which so far we didn’t meet. Just everyone who has ever traveled, knows very well that the best way of sight-seeing new places is to get lost there.
But I would cheat the readers if I wouldn’t mention one thing… After the visit in the “u Kalicha” restaurant our budget was a bit… limited. Well this sentence is not true – just our Czech money was finishing quite fast and the currency course offered by exchange points was on adverse conditions… But it’s not what’s the most important in here :-)
Soon we “climbed” to the castle which let us know what Franz Kafka, Alfons Mucha and Josef Švejk had to feel when they thought about Prague… While you have such a view … even the worst thing (I mean the gentile cold rain with wind) can’t change your mood… just you finally start taking deep breaths. Cathedral, churches, the Gold Street… there is hard to find any famous place where you don’t have to pay for the entrance – but it’s hard to wonder at this that Czechs are just trying to make money on everything…
After few hours spent at the castle, we went to see monastery and walked down to the city centre. On dinner was again “salmon” which somehow one of the symbols of Prague became. After such dinner we realized the obligatory point of every day and visited some pub… But no no, don’t think that we are drinkers… we were under the obligation to do it! Before we left Wroclaw we promised each other that one of the “fruits” of our visit in Prague will be beers classification [the results of our work you can see in the other article] . Sunday wasn’t a blessed day for us because few times it was given to feel that the rain in Poland doesn’t differ from the Czech one. All wet and tired of all day walking, we had no doubts - it’s the highest time to check Prague’s ticket controllers – so we went back home with underground. (Btw. Czech ticket controllers don’t work on Sunday – at least not on this Sunday ;] ) We rested, did some shopping (Czech salmon) for tomorrow’s journey and the last time went to the city centre by night. With big pity we said good-bye to Prague, to the Old town, to bridge, all small streets spread all around the main squares… People call Prague the Mother of Cities… but for us it just became one of Our Cities – the places where we will be always coming back :-)
30 July, Monday
This time we didn’t risk – well it will be hard to run with bags… and we bought tickets for the underground. Flora, Jiriho s Podebrad, … Muzeum, Hlavni Nadrazeni and finally Florenc… the majority of passengers was Polish – some skates, students… 4 hours of journey and we came to Klodzko. Poland… nothing special… there was even an option to come back to Prague because Pawel wasn’t sure if he has taken his keys which probably were left in Helena’s bathroom, but not… the dream disappeared and again we had to stand face to face with Polish reality. Klodzko – this time without Napoleonka (on Monday they don’t prepare them) we went to see famous fort – took pictures and came back to the town looking for some place to sit and eat… Not salmon anymore – it was some pizza with Polish “beer” (I used here inverted commas, because this word has completely different meaning that the ones drunk Prague). Wroclaw welcomed us with our well known afternoon’s traffic jams…
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