Today was literally our day of rest. The sun wasn’t shining and the weather was just as bad, if not worse than yesterday. It really puts a dampener on what you have planned and also your emotions, just based on the fact if there are clouds or not. Renata decided to visit her grandmother before we left for Prague and I joked that she should buy a bus ticket. Justin and I decided to just go to Galeria and I was ready to update a few photos to Facebook and then just check over a few things before we left for tomorrow. We said to Renata that we will meet up with her later on at Galeria and to just message me when you’re on your way. We kind of had a miscommunication issue here, but Justin got annoyed Renata was about 15 minutes later than what she said would be. Not to worry though, because we weren’t even planning on that much for today because of the Coke Festival later.
We needed to find an internet café so that we could print off our boarding passes. Like Renata said, years ago when she went down Florenca Street there were a lot more internet cafes, lucky if there’s about one there now. We walked through an ally where there was a DJ playing and people spray painting the wall, it had to have been the weirdest thing to see on a Sunday afternoon. Goddamn hipsters. Go be productive and do something else, like clean up the horse shit on the street. Just a thought.
Renata then returned to her grandmothers and Justin and I returned to the apartment so we could rest up and just chill before we head off to see Snoop Dog and Placebo for the concert. But I wasn’t exactly feeling it, I just wanted to only see The Killers out of them all. Placebo is okay, I’m sure I saw them at Green Day in 2006 and they were that bad that it put me off their music for a while. However it kept raining and it got heavier, and being an outdoor concert it wasn’t the most perfect conditions. We just decided that we’d skip it anyway, we would leave the concert on a high note with The Killers.
We went into the city for dinner once it cleared up from the rain, because there wouldn’t be any mud along the way there, unlike at Coke. I think about half the people there had gum boots on, just for the first day. It had rained a little but that’s a little extreme of a precaution. Anyways, we decided to get Mexican down in the Old Town and the girls were wearing Mexican dress, as in their stomachs were exposed as they were serving us. Shame about their faces though, like it doesn’t hurt to fucking smile for once Poland. Renata and I went for the margarita because if you ordered the large one for 35zl you get a photo of yourself on the wall. We got the drink but no photo. What a waste of a drink!
Along the way back home we needed to book a taxi for the morning and we settled on getting picked up at 3.30am because the first flight is scheduled at 6am, so if we got there just after 4am then that would be ample time. Only I’m going to check in luggage, so they’re just bringing carry on, for 3 nights, that’s all you really need. Renata tried calling up taxis, but they wouldn’t connect, so I suggested along the way to the bus back home, we can ask at the taxi rank if we can book them for the morning. Whilst in the process of that, the bus pulled up and Renata was walking back. Justin and I thought she was going to get her ticket from the bus driver, but she suddenly went to the ticket machine and as soon as she did, the bus was ready to leave and I was about to hop off to stay with her. Justin had other plans, he went onto the bus, blocking my exit so I was stuck onboard. I txt Renata to wait, because as we took off I saw she was throwing her arms about. I ran back from the other bus stop and I got her two messages to just go home, after all that. I think she was thankful though, but Justin stayed on and went over to the apartment. It was only a 10 minute difference, but still the thought was there. All we did when we got back was watch some of the Olympics closing ceremony and then Justin wanted to stay up all night, I wanted to sleep. So my trusty little earplugs and eye mask came in handy.
Just quickly. One thing I will miss about Poland is the guy who does the voice overs on all English speaking movies and TV shows. It's the same guy, no subtitles and he is so monotoned that it makes everything boring. You can just hear the English just enough to know what's going on, but this guy does the voice overs for EVERY damn movie and TV show.
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