Kraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy Krakow

2 hours sleep, one really hot day, two ladies, two heavy back packs, 1 long walk with heads down and determination on our minds, 1 bus back to Prague, 1 train to somewhere.... 1 very slow train to Krakow, 1 tram and 1 more walk and we made it..... just in time to shower, get the drill around our couch-surfing host's apartment and then back onto the town; rest is for the wicked, or so it seems in Krakow.
Stefan, our Polish host can only be described as.... unique. With loud techno blaring through the corridors of his building, stuff everywhere, 2 computers with at least 5 conversations running at the same time to prospective couch surfers, a mad little puppy called Tequila, a cage full of rats and a membership on his profile page to an S&M site just to keep boring surfers away!
Part-Sri Lankan part-German, living in Krakow and hosting up to 5 'surfers' a night at all times, he lives his life on the wild side and promptly dragged us deep down into it as soon as we arrived. The night I spent on the town with him I achieved the most inebriated state on the entire trip, even resulting in a drunken injury and a large chunk of it completely forgotten. What I do remember of Krakow that night though, I don't think I'll ever forget. Groovy bars deep in the ground, clubs with 5 separate rooms pumping various versions of Euro-trash, organic lemon vodka shots (yuuuuuuuuuuuuuummy) and cobblestones that became more and more difficult to scale as the night became day. Winks and I sat down on one of our last days of our trip to a plate of bangers and mash in Edinburgh and conducted a survey of the most hedonistic cities we'd ventured to. Sleep, Diet, Exercise and Alcohol consumption were the criteria, and I'm proud to say, the undeniable winner was Krakow with its edgy clubs, groovy people and fabulous but stodgy food. As for exercise... whats exercise??!!
Anyway, despite the rich experience, a distinctive lack of photos resulted, perhaps I was too distracted to remember to snap, and so I leave you with only a few glimpses of the amazing place that Krakow is...

Old Town is a bustling tourist hub, swarming in foreigners, hawkers, pick pockets and golf carts; the only vehicle allowed. Here they are all lined up in a pretty row. I stopped counting the amount of times a tour was pushed my way as I walked past these mini cars, but it was worth it for the photo:
I couldn't resist stalking these two until I got a shot clear enough to share the hilarity with you all: Note the writing on the back of their hoodies...
(Hers says: That's my boyfriend, his says: That's my girlfriend!!!)

And that's it for the sight and sounds... bit lame I'm sorry. This is our final night in town, back at one of our favourite bars called Moments. The K comes out!!

How's the decor??!!

Stefan and I rabbiting on as we were prone to do...

Me looking edgy and Polish I hope..

Stefan himself as we left his world and embarked on our next... The Eastern Block.

...and that's it for the EU for a while. So its goodbye to anybody speaking English, goodbye to the Latin Alphabet and goodbye to the world that we had ever comprehended and Dobre Dan.... Ukraine!

Czech dreaming

There's this fantastic website called Hitchhikers.com and we used it to find ourselves a lift to Prague with a Dutch hiker intent on getting us all to Prague in under 3 hours, and thanks to Germany's autobahns, it was completely possible, no over-night bus for us this time thanks!
I found Prague or Praha to the locals as beautiful as I'd been told, as tacky as my Czechs relatives and old as the hills. Even 'new town's' from the 1700's or something.
Winks, who'd been living in the city for the past 8 months, felt the best way for us to start our Czechs section of our trip, was with this horrific example of carnivorous activity. Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce... the Port Knuckle, along with its mates Big, big beer and slivovitz, the home-made paint-stripper they call liquor.

...the remaining carcass. How primitive of us.

It was in Prague that I found my 3 favourite pieces of graffiti on my entire trip, and they were all right next to each other on a otherwise blank wall. Language Warning... some people may find one of these offensive but I still thinks its brilliant enough to take that risk!
1: The Dude!

2: Envy

3: ...and for the rude one, but I really do love it!

Trying to imitate angry Czech beer drinkers

Right, here's a view of the city from the top of Prague Castle hill. very terracotta eh.

And here's a view from the top of another hill at a different time of the day!

Spent a bit of time at the Communist Museum and concluded: Starlin was a ... well I shouldn't' use that word in public, but insert dirtiest word you can think of here.
These posters were old Communist paraphernalia expressing the glorious merits of the regime. Ha!


And it was at the Museum, that I read about the peaceful-turned-violent student protests that took place throughout Soviet occupation. One was particularly tragic when a 20 year-old student Jan Palach lit himself on fire at the top of the Opera house steps (where all the major public events took place) and collapsed on the pavement, before dying 3 painful days later. He wrote a note before committing the deed begging for the end to Communism. He also asked that no other young people do what he was about to. Sadly, another young man lit himself alight a week later. I was so moved by the story, that I felt compelled to go and find the monument to him in the pavement where he fell...

An arcade sky-light

The perfect Czech sausage experience


St Ludmila: My Mum's name!


After a few days in town, we decided it was time to head someone where a bit quieter, friendlier and perhaps near a good body of water as the heat was really starting to get to us. This is pensive Winks as the train takes us away from the city she called home for 8 glorious months.


Chesty Kromlov
....or 'Chesty Bonds' as it became fondly known as.

Gorgeous town, fabulous river, ye old vibe and a really great night that marked our 2nd all-nighter for the trip, this time instead of being locked out, we partook in a lock-in with a bar owner and his head chef. Open bar anyone? Anyway, no photos of that fortunately, but here's some pretty ones of the Castle grounds:

This theatre seating revolves 180 degrese. That means, when they're showing Romeo and Juliette, they can face the royal setting to the left, when they're showing Midsummer Night's Dream, they can face the lush gardens to the right. I was impressed!


Some arches on the sweaty walk up to the castle. Note the smidgen of more modern architecture on the top of the arches. Every time a new King took over the castle, he would add something on, resulting in a series of buildings covering architecture spanning many eras and if I knew my architecture, I'd be able to quote actual styles here.... just imagine that I did ok.

Here's a view from the top of the castle hill:

Whilst exploring the grounds, we stumbled upon what turned out to be the most interesting, innovative gallery space I think I've ever seen. Great use for an old dungeon I say, and it was cool too, which was a bonus in the unrelenting heat of our European summer

2 hours sleep, 5 million degrees and 7 modes of transport to get to our next destination.... Krakow, Poland. Buckle up!

Berlin: The 24hour party place of the people.

Beer, beach bars and bery hot Berlin, this place is so much cooler than I'd ever imagined. And so with 5 girls in a 1-bedroom apartment, art galleries, WWII left-overs and bars to explore; we embarked on one of our more hedonistic weeks of our European Adventure!


Eastern Gallery:
Artists were invited from all over the world to decorate this remaining section of the Berlin Wall


Creative Vandalism


This was an artist squat financed by a very forward thinking philanthropist. It's actually in danger of closing down and being turned into jewellery market. What a shame... but glad we saw it before this happened.

Same squat, different view...

And this was one of the bars they had out the back. We loved our barman's get up so I took a secret spy photo, why not!


Monument to fallen Jews. A really innovative idea that basically consisted of a field of slabs of varying sizes that one could walk through. It had an eerie feeling and I don't even know why.


For my Aussie mate Sue's 40th birthday present to herself, she shouted herself a flight and an apartment for a month in Berlin. We took advantage of the fact that we were due there at the same time, so promptly informed her we were staying. She succumbed, bless her!


Me and my K being cool in Berlin


And then the K-shoot could not be stopped!





Can anyone remind me what the significance of this gate was? I can't remember...


I've also forgotten the name of this section of the Berlin Wall, but as it turns out, the land that I'm standing on to take this shot was the completely demolished site of the SS head quarters. Another eerie feeling.


After finding ourselves locked out of the apartment for the night, we spent our time wisely, in blues, gay and under-ground techno bars hanging out with two Swedes, doing as the Berliners do!


Next stop... Praha!

Hup Holland Hup

After months of careful planning and building anticipation, it was with much enthusiasm that I set off with one sunhat (which I quickly lost at Melbourne airport), one pair of high heals and one wooden K to explore the far off lands of Europe. From bed bug hell in Moscow hostels to our room with French windows in Paris, from 6 squished travellers in a Lada in Lviv to Barb's convertible in Rosmalin From toilets that flush with a button, wave of the hand, vibe of your presence or not at all, and from Pork Knuckle in Prague to clocking up about 100 baguettes in Paris, we did, saw, tasted, danced and drunk it all!
After what seemed like a decade in cattle class hell which left me under slept, with the flu and no voice, I finally touched down in the flat land of bikes, canals and really big... cigarettes. I was absolutely stuffed after 2 days of no-sleep-flying, so it was all I could do to drag my sorry arse along with my heavy heavy back pack to the first bench I could find. It was there, between construction to the right of me, construction to the left and walking tourists all around, that I crashed out until Winks came a few hours later.


The Reunion! As soon as we met, we immediately found the first cheese shop and sat ourselves by a pretty lake to catch up Dutch style.


The best damn mode of transport in the world!!!


Space-Invader, the street artist has Europe covered. This is one of about 50 that we saw all over the continent.


We fell in love with this city very quickly and I started calling it 'My Amsterdam' by about day 2. A large majority of our time was spent sitting by canals like this one and taking in the serenity, scenery and smoke.... Ahhhhh bliss.


Cup fever means crazy Dutch nationalism oozes from every store and every pore in the country, and if you haven't got your own orange insults to fashion, here's where you can pick something up!


....and then you will blend in with these kids. Hup Holland Hup!!


...and you can decorate your streets like this:

Hangin with my Dutch pal Barb in S-Hertenbagoshc (or however one spells it)


Creative rubbish


There had to be at least one pic right....?!


If you look closely at this building, you'll see a cannon ball lodged in the wall that hit its target but didn't quite do what it was meant to do....