Operation Royalty -- Shit Just Got Real Americans are okay for a few days, then their bizarre usages and bestial natures start to wear and it's all a bit much and you have to throw them out, as politely and passively as you can. It's torture up to the point when they promise they'll leave -- then it's party time! (Pretend you're just happy to be out on the town) AND WE WERE OFF -- the masthead on our ship of dreams was a busty Slav, and the destination: adventure! Or Warsaw. When we told the girls in the dining car that we just up and decided to go there, they were bemused, as if we were unwittingly crossing a sort of iron curtain Were we? Surrounded by large, frightening people, Arash and I knew we needed help. But before we could call for it, we needed SIM cards. Thank you, Orange! We got on the horn with one of Arash's oldest friends, who agreed to guide us around the city "Monkey, are those guys gangsters, or just into Top 40 from 1995?" Monkey showed us a secret club and found the talent Circumnavigating the Palace of Culture and Learning in the winter: you're a different person by the time you finish a cold, scared person but it's pretty by night after leaving us cold and desperate, we caught Monkey in the middle of a makeout session and once you get him started... we hung out in this doorway for some time Our trip nearly over, Arash rented us a serious Polish ride and we had to say goodbye to the awfully hot babes and confused cosmopolitanity of Warsaw |
