Let me explain. I spent my childhood in Indonesia. Just like a typical primary school classroom, there would be one of those posters with all the flags in the world. One flag stood out for me: The inverted Indonesian flag. It is probably the only country that I know that is so foreign and far away but yet, familiar.
Cracow’s old town did not disappoint. I loved the medieval atmosphere of bricked old walls and wooden posts as if it was still being used as a fortress. Continue reading “Darn, Cracow.”
I would usually go to the nearby towns by public transport, but I really wanted to have a good time absorbing the atmosphere at the camps in Auschwitz and not waste a lot of energy on the way. I decided to book a tour (seekracow.com) that directly pick me up from my hostel and back. There was even a student price for the tour, which is a no-brainer for me. Continue reading “The Concentration Camps”
Today was the start of my East Europe adventure. And I already made a mistake. Continue reading “Glasgow to Warsaw, the Understatement”