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Righto. Am in Warsaw now . . . the old town is nice, but the rest is decidedly questionable. Technically I should have been on a train to Krakow at this point, but they canceled it about 5 minutes before it was supposed to pull up to the track. So we're waiting in the station for the next one, two hours from now . . . and we found an internet cafe.
Great gods, but Poland is cheap. Glorious.
At this point in my trip, I've been to Shrewsbury, to Holywell, to Bangor, to Caernafon, to Stratford-upon-Avon, to Birmingham (think I managed to see all there was to see from inside the bus, so it counts), I've hit the entire English countryside and northern Welsh coastline between London and the Isle of Anglesey, been to Ireland (start in Dublin and trace a somewhat circuitous loop around the entire island. I've been to every place your finger touches), to Stockholm, to Copenhagen, to Hamburg for all of 55 minutes, to Berlin for all of 45, and am now in Warsaw.
Warsaw was completely leveled in WWII, but they rebuilt the old sections of it according to a group of paintings, and did quite a good job of it. We toured the Royal Palace and then wandered through the maze of streets, had ice cream and kebabs in that order . . .
Copenhagen. Not so long ago I was in Copenhagen, and I liked it there quite a lot. On our final afternoon we were supposed to visit the Royal Reception Rooms in the Danish Royal Palace, but the guy behind the counter at the geek store we found suggested that we visit an amusement park 20 minutes outside the city, where every ride was 1 kronar (about 16.3 cents for you Americans), and so we did. And it was quite splendid. I haven't been to an amusement park in an age or three, and now that I have no fear of rides I can go on everything.
The world is such a big place. So big . . . it took the entire day to travel from Copenhagen to Warsaw (which is decidedly questionable late at night. Avoid if possible after 11 PM . . .). Lots of German countryside, lots of Polish countryside . . . very few people here speak English, which is quite a contrast from Denmark, where everyone did. We are so spoiled as English speakers, it astounds me. I can't really complain about the dominance of English as a world language, since I benefit rather directly, but it's somewhat frightening.
Can't think of anything terribly useful or interesting to say at the moment, so.
Great gods, but Poland is cheap. Glorious.
At this point in my trip, I've been to Shrewsbury, to Holywell, to Bangor, to Caernafon, to Stratford-upon-Avon, to Birmingham (think I managed to see all there was to see from inside the bus, so it counts), I've hit the entire English countryside and northern Welsh coastline between London and the Isle of Anglesey, been to Ireland (start in Dublin and trace a somewhat circuitous loop around the entire island. I've been to every place your finger touches), to Stockholm, to Copenhagen, to Hamburg for all of 55 minutes, to Berlin for all of 45, and am now in Warsaw.
Warsaw was completely leveled in WWII, but they rebuilt the old sections of it according to a group of paintings, and did quite a good job of it. We toured the Royal Palace and then wandered through the maze of streets, had ice cream and kebabs in that order . . .
Copenhagen. Not so long ago I was in Copenhagen, and I liked it there quite a lot. On our final afternoon we were supposed to visit the Royal Reception Rooms in the Danish Royal Palace, but the guy behind the counter at the geek store we found suggested that we visit an amusement park 20 minutes outside the city, where every ride was 1 kronar (about 16.3 cents for you Americans), and so we did. And it was quite splendid. I haven't been to an amusement park in an age or three, and now that I have no fear of rides I can go on everything.
The world is such a big place. So big . . . it took the entire day to travel from Copenhagen to Warsaw (which is decidedly questionable late at night. Avoid if possible after 11 PM . . .). Lots of German countryside, lots of Polish countryside . . . very few people here speak English, which is quite a contrast from Denmark, where everyone did. We are so spoiled as English speakers, it astounds me. I can't really complain about the dominance of English as a world language, since I benefit rather directly, but it's somewhat frightening.
Can't think of anything terribly useful or interesting to say at the moment, so.
