So, my next stop was
meant to be Salzburg and then
Interlaken and then on to Chamonix to complete my perfect little circle from
Italy. Buuuut I’ve decided to live a little and stray far off the circle to Krakow. The bus was only 19 Euros (yeah I know right) and my friends
were also heading that way soooo I figured WHY not and I’m currently sitting on the bus with a couple more
hours to go. From Krakow I’m going to head further north to Oswiecim to visit Auschwitz and the salt mines and
from there um, well, I guesssss I’m going to head West back to
France to start the ski season.
I should be grateful that I have a job, really, I should, but I’m just loving travelling so much. It’s the most amazing thing in the world to
wake up in a beautiful new city, meet people from all over the world and
decided where you want to go next over breakfast, on an impulse. Like, oh let’s
go to Krakow. I
mean, why the hell not. I don’t think there will ever be another time in my
life when I am more independent. I love that I can go to a new country, meet
some cool people and then LEAVE
in a few days time to meet more new people, it’s good practice, I think, I
mean, at least MY life so far has been about incredible people coming into it
and then suddenly leaving, for one reason or another, so I figure it’s good
practice. You don’t get too attached to anyone and your time with them just is
what it is and then it’s over, like everything else,
and you move on to the next country and the next group of people. I think the
more I do it the easier it’ll be in the future, so when I meet someone more outstandingly
terrific than my last terrific person and they decided yeeeah you’re nice but bye I’m now going to leave you… FOREVER. I’ll be like yeeeah cheers mate, on
your horse, bye, and
not shed a single tear, not even ONE, instead I’ll be SO excited about meeting the next new person
I’ll practically forget their NAME in about 4.3 seconds. Wouldn't that be
great, I think it’s all about practice, so I’m practising, this is GOOD. I should travel for LONGER. I definitely feel
that this trip has changed me a little. I’ve realised that I actually kind of
LIKE being by myself. I mean, it’s great meeting new people but there’s nothing
that I love more than wandering around a new city by myself, going exactly where I want to go, no one
rushing you or telling you what to do or where you should go. If you want to
sit on a park bench for an hour and watch a squirrel collect nuts, that’s cool.
.If you want to sit in a museum and stare at a crazy sculpture for 20 minutes,
that okay TOO, no Time
Police to tell you to hurry up. If you want to drink a glass of gluhwein for
breakfast, that’s chilled, no one’s going to be there all up in yo faysh like
good LORD, it’s BREAKFAST time, WHY are you drinking that NOW? Yeah, because I
feel like it BUDDY, in fact, I feel like TWO glasses and and a takeaway cup for later. All of that is
totally FINE when you’re by yourself. I prefer to spend the days by myself and
the nights with the happy clappy backpackers. I always thought that I NEEDED to
be around other people, but really, I don’t. Yay me.
IthinkIwanttogotoMoscow,
wait, did I say that out LOUD? Gaaah. I don’t want to work in a stinky old
(luxury) chalet, noo siree, but I must, orrrr MUST I? I wish there was more time, I wish there
was some kind of new CRAZY dictator person (relax, please), but a really nice dictatory person that didn’t torture anyone
but merely invented six NEW months between November and December and everyone
was just so scared of him
that they were all like ooookay cool, let’s do what HE says or he’ll bury us
alive in smarties, cos that’s what a nice dictator he is. Herr Happypants said
“let there be SIX more months in the year” and there WERE, and it was good.
You know what, I’ve
just realised. I start writing RUBBISH like that whenever I’ve had too much
sugar, I just drank a massive coke and that was the result. Imagine I drank TEN
cokes. Wooooah safari.
Over and out. Oh PS
– the Polish don’t say “Polish” they say Polski and their currency is Zluty’s (or Zlotys, or Zloties, I don't even KNOW).
So when you ask to change your currency you ask for 500 Polski ZZZlutys, Zsslutty slotty slutty Polskis. Oh, and also, in Hungarian, “seeya” (not spelt like that
though, I would imagine) means hello and “hello” means goodbye. How confusing
is THAT. I walked out the shop and the lady was like, “hello”, so I looked
around, only me in the room, bit confused, then replied… seeYA.
