I heard from Teresa that one of the guys Neal has been at EXIT festival with died there. He fell 150ft off a castle ramparts. God knows how Neal and Scott are coping with this.
That's all the info I have on that at the moment.
Warsaw Part 3...
After the endless and stressful banking escapade we met Witek and Casper ladened with bikes and preceded to journey to Praga, the spooky wrong side of the tracks part of town. Helen couldn't really fit on the bike, one of those france style girls one where you kind of have to sit upright to ride them, this ended up causing her a bit of pain and causing me annoyance. The bikes where ok really though.
The journey was much better.
We crossed the river and went to the older part of town, possibly the only bit not destroyed in the war. It is famously scummy, and it was. However some bit of it were genius. For instance we went to what was, up until last year at least, the biggest black market in Europe. You could buy guns and sex if you wanted Casper informs me. Its now going to be the side of a massive football stadium ready, apparently ready for Poland/Ukraine 2012.
After that we went to an old vodka factory which is now an arty type place. When we entered a land rover clad in rigging and camera's was film some people of different coloured scooters. Kind of like a rubbish Polish italian job. This scene combined with loud heavy music and a delapadated environment put me in mind of a Mad Max or something equally apocalyptic.
Witek's mother fed us the the point of destruction on the night with quality Polish food. She had done this the previous night so we at least knew what to expect. It was a five course meal. She likes people to eat and eat a lot. we bought her flowers for cooking for us.
We where all so shattered from the biking and the food that we went to a bar on the night but really just flaked out. I met a guy in there from Manchester who's best mate is a Rovers fan. Who knew.
Anyway its now onto Bialystok now.
Tatty Bye
P.S.
Spelling and grammer mistakes are everywhere in this but fear not I ain't simple, its just that I have to write them in a massive hurry most of the time.
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