Bialystok

In Bialystok I stayed with Pawel. He is a nice, combat gear wearing kind of a guy. He has a quality ponytail and happen to be the first orthadox christian I have knowingly met.

He drove us to his house, which he shares with his sister, he cooked us tea and then looked pissed off when I accidently let three stay flies into the apartment.

Bialystok is the home of Zubr and Zubr beer. A Zubr is essentially a massive bison type thing, hence bisongrass wodka. They only exist in poland and only vary rarely in the wild. So we went to the zoo to meet one.

It was bit and mean and whooly, however I got some good mug shots next to it.

We went round Bialystok with a group of Pawel's assorted friends, some from CS but most of them hadn't met before.

We drank a strange white drink in a Cafe with raisens knocking about in it. I did impreesions of British accents for the guys, they went down well. I feel guilty about being centre of attention sometimes even though i seem to seek it out at every oppertunity.

I also killed some of the many plentyful mosquitos that infest Bialystok.

there revenge would be swift and itchy...