Here is what my street looks like at 4am in the morning - I took this short video just moments before boarding the taxi:
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-2340484869796767171
A quick disclaimer before I continue - yes, I am home - I've been here for 3 days, and I am writing this from my apartment in Manila. I will continue to update this space with some of the other stuff I saw while I was in Poland - haven't had time to write about everything yet. So keep checking back for updates.
Anyway, on with the post. My flight was an early one - departure was at 6:20am. It was freezing outside - 0 degrees C, with lots and lots of wind.
You couldn't exactly see the wind in the picture, but trust me, it was there. You can hear some of it in the video I posted above. When I saw this thermometer, I started debating in my mind whether to wear 5 layers of clothes (since it was so freaking cold), or only 3 layers (since I was headed to a place where it was 29 deg C). I wore 4 layers - hehehe.
I met up with Mr. Sisig and Mr. Lechon Kawali. Mr. San Mig Light was also very happy to join us. Sarap!
Sorry for turning this again into a food post at the very last minute - I guess its now clear why I gained 10 lbs in the last 30 days.
See you guys around!
Despite the controversial theme and some pretty controversial events (which I will not mention here), we had lots of fun. We were given "tickets" (shown above) which we could use to purchase drinks. During the communist regime, each person received similar tickets every month - one coupon was for a 1/2 kg of sugar, another one for a loaf of bread, etc.
The tables were strange though - this was apparently what they looked like back then. You cannot see it in the picture, but the bowls were actually bolted to the table. Apparently this was done to prevent people from taking the utensils and bowls home.
This is what a typical communist store looked like. The purple stuff is denatured alchohol - used to light candles and remove tough stains from dirty clothes. A friend was telling me that during communist times, they would actually drink this stuff. They would have to filter it first though - to do this, they would cut a loaf of bread in half and pour the alchohol through it. This would apparently be enough to filter out all the bad chemicals.
I am not sure if you can clearly see, but that is actually a squirrel - eating a walnut I think. Since it was such a nice day, we spent a couple of hours walking around Lazienki park - it was just a short bus ride away.
Hehehe - sucker!


Kare Kare! I so miss that. This place sells lamps though, not the peanut-flavored dish we Pinoys love. A friend of mine used to say "mahirap lang kami pare, ulam namin bagoong lang. Pero sawsawan namin Kare-Kare..." Hehehe corny.








