Grandmothers perogies and The Presidential Suite

So we arrived in Warsaw and took the scenic route to find the hostel - this meant serious RSI on both sets of shoulders due to the 100kg backpacks. We promise each other to do a major purge of our worldly goods.

We landed the ''presidential suite" at the fab Oki Doki Hostel which sounded grand, but actually meant 3 framed drawings on the walls depicting some of the least loved men in the world. Since we only had a few hours we did a compact tour of the old town, which is actually mostly the new town having been rebuilt after Hitler paid a visit. We ate our full of Grandmothers perogies - narrowly escaping the bacon/potato sauce.

We fell asleep under the monkey like gaze of Mr Bush.