Skinheads, Discus-throwers and Shot-putters Explained

So this is the post where i explain about the discus-throwers and shot-putters. Well, because most of the guys in Poland look like this. Tall and huge, with hair cropped to there. Don't they look like Olympians in their bid for the discus-throwing/shot-putting events??






There's just so much to say about this trip to Poland. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. We were stuck in Amsterdam due to a flight delay, arising not from a problem with the airplane or the airline but because Germany closed their airspace. Something to do with the World Cup Finals!! Imagine that. So we could have left the airport and gone into Amsterdam. Damn!

AND because of that flight delay, we had to run for the train in Warsaw. Had to find someone who understood English..waited around for someone who could understand English and finally we were going towards our train on Platform 1...it could have been Platform 9 and 3-quarters. Looked exactly like Harry Pottie's train. Maybe all trains in Europe look like that??

We only had 5 mins to throw everything on board the train. And i mean everything, from the humongous double bass case, to the heavy bonang pots in the luggage to the mallet bag and everyone else's luggage. So we make ourselves comfortable in the train...until the conductor comes along and waves and warbles in Polish (we couldn't understand a single thing he was saying). Another conductor with marginally better English comes by and tells us that we are in the wrong carriage. This carriage is a first class one while we only paid for second class tickets. Woohoo~therefore here we go again, transporting everything and i mean everything, from the humongous double bass case, to the heavy bonang pots in the luggage to the mallet bag and...you get it...from the first class carriage to our designated second class carriage that just so happens to be on the opposite end of the train. Lots of banging, overturned luggages, rolling of luggages over people's toes ensues. Till we finally get to our carriage, minus the humongous double bass case that simply couldn't make it to our end. Clayton decides to get off at the next stop, wheel and run his double bass to our carriage. My job? To jump out from our carriage and wave wildly so he knows where to run to. Haha...i should have videoed the whole episode with my camera. Seow looked so funny running alongside Clayton. Why she was there I have no idea...

Everyone's settled in our carriage in the end. But boy, was it hot! So hot that I couldn't even take a nap. I am not kidding you, it was/is way hotter than Singapore! And there was no aircon nor fan anywhere in our carriage...not even in the first class carriage mind you! The only carriage with a/c was in the carriage behind ours. But even then, it just felt like we were sitting under the shade of a big tree. I wanted to melt! Put me in the freezer puhlease!!!! Arghhh...

Phew! Recounting this makes me feel like taking a cold shower. Um...excuse me...i think i'll continue later. I leave you then...with more photographs...