Day 10: Warsaw and Waiting for Chase, Train to Zamosc
Day 10: Warsaw and Waiting for Chase, Train to Zamosc

After a very nice breakfast, I packed up my crap.

UNEXPECTED

Before going into the shower, I was careful to put up the "do not disturb" sign on the door, as the cleaning woman was just next door.

I had a refreshing shower and laid on my bed.

The cleaning woman was opening a door. I thought to myself, wow, the walls are thin; you would think that she were coming into my room.

Suddenly, a woman with heavily bleached hair was looking at me, her head poking out beyond the corner wall.

"Come on in, toots. Have a seat. What would you like to see?"

I pulled the sheets over my nude body as she spoke in quick Polish, not once removing her glare from me. Apparently, she wanted to verify that I, in fact, did not want to be disturbed.

After my unexpected morning visitor left, I packed up all my crap and dropped everything off in the lockers at Warszawa Centralna train station.

Chase's plane from Milan was to arrive at 11:55 am, Warsaw time, so I had a couple of hours to take some more pictures of Warsaw and to shop!

Marshall Street rocks, in terms of shopping! My favorite stores are H&M and C&A, which have fashionable clothing at reasonable prices. I got some jeans, some socks, a couple pairs of underwear and a sweater.



It took chase a bit longer than expected to get to the train station, but we still had enough time to buy the tickets and walk around and to get a bite to eat at my fav restaurant, namely Café San Marzano.

We were back at the train station with some time to spare. Got our luggage from the lockers and went to track #1 (NOT track #4, as I had thought the day before.)

Chase was excided to be in a train for the first time. We drank a beer and chatted. Then we drank another.

ZAMOSC

We arrived after 8:00 pm to Zamosc. The whole town was covered in a thick sheet of ice and walking with luggage was very difficult and slow. Much to my delight, Chase fell on his ass and the taxi driver and I laughed at Chase's expense. Good times.

We walked the city trying to find a place to eat. At 9:00 at night, many of the restaurant's kitchens had closed.

A police car approached and it occurred to me that I could ask them.

The police officer was a bad ass and promptly asked me, "Paszporta?" Give me your passport.

One trick that Mark had thought of several years ago was to make a color photocopy of your passport for just these occasions. I presented him with the miniature, credit card sized paper copy from my wallet.

He looked at it, butchered my name, then gave it back.

He then nonchalantly pointed in a direction to a restaurant we never found. Instead, we found a little local grill with a hopping young crowd. The pretty 20 year old waitress looked at us disdainfully as we entered. Not because we were American. She just didn't want to work. She was more content chatting with her little slut friends in the table behind us.

"Czesc," I said at one point, trying to get her attention. She looked at me then sat next to her entourage of overly promiscuous-looking, 20 something women.

We gave up and sat at the bar when a friendly, 30 year old woman bartender took our order. I had soup and Chase had a Kabab sandwich. Both were very good. With the food, two beers and one "apple pie" (i.e. Zubrowka vodka and apple juice,) the meal cost just under $10 USD. For both of us. Inexpensive and good.
- posted by Matt @ 12:59 PM