Day 18
Wednesday 19 Aug
1107 (20Aug)
Rising early yesterday morning was hard. We got up at 6 and packing the bus.. We set off at 8, there was a long drive ahead of us. I spent a good 2 hours in the morning writing in my diary. I was writing really slowly, sziget is finally catching up with me.
The bus trip was fairly uneventful. I sat up the front most of the time with Wayne, Morgan and George. After a stop in Slovakia for lunch we hit the polish border in the middle of the arvo. Kay kept us entertained with a game. You started with a snake on your nose, and you had to get it into your mouth and tie a knot with out using your hands. I remember playing this one as kids on the bus trips mum used to take for the YMCA. It was a huge laugh watching people try and get it down and into there mouths and most people just ate the thing after failing for 20 seconds. I was pretty chuffed with myself being the only one on the entire bus to successfully complete the task.
We rolled into Poland at about 5 and set up camp. We then headed over to the nearby supermarket to grab some drinks and some food. George is a polish bloke so we grabbed a couple of bottles of a polish vodka and some apple juice. This vodka was fantastic and could easily be sipped by itself on the rocks.
After dinner we headed into the city via the tram, which we almost missed because of people piss farting around. Its driving myself and a few of the other boys insane. Letty does so much work for us and people are so rude, not to mention a bane on our trip. In town we went for a 30 minute walking tour of the inner city, a beautiful old town with europes biggest medievil square in the middle.

Day 19
Thursday 20 Aug
0710 (21Aug)
I'm over this trip. I cant wait to get away from all these Australians. The catch 22 about living in such an awesome country is that we all have such high expectations. Everyone is so precious. We got home last night late and woke a few people up for a while and were being treatedd like murderous pedofiles. Nothing we did was even that bad. Alex is sooking because George apparently opened up her tent, and left it open and some clothes got dew on them. And that was the absolute worst thing, I mean really, watch an episode of SBS world news and stop sooking.
After going back to bed yesterday morning I got up when my alarm went off at 8. I was feeling pretty seedy but the breakfast was great. It was a hot Breakfast of eggs and fish fingers and it went down a treat.
People again were around and we misseed the tram we were supposed to be on to get into the city so we caught the next. From town we walked to the jewish quarter. This took about 20 minutes but it took us to the wrong spot. The map was marked incorrectly so we spent another 15 minutes finding the right spot.
The tour was good, it started off in a synogogue where all of us boys who weren't wearing a cap had to don a yamika. Next it moved into a cemetary and then trannsformed into more of a shindlers list tour. The only problem was that it really dragged on and took just over 2.5 hours. I was feeling dead by the end of it.
After the tour I just wanted to cruise around by myself and get some alone time. I walked into town and grabbed lunch at a restaurant by myself. I had some chicken thing that came with a plate full of French fries and a heap of different cabbage dishes. I then cut a bad lap of the town square, went through the castle and jumped on the tram to go back to the camp.
I was so tired on the tram and kept on falling asleep, I was worried I was going to miss the stop. Once back at the camp there were a few guys with their airbeds outside in the shade. I joined them, whote in my diary for 40 minutes and went to sleep. I woke up about an hour and a half later and my face was covered in drool as was my airbed.
From there George and I went over to the supermarket to try and find some cheese and wine for the next days bus trip. The cheapest box of goon was 80 funny moneys so we quit that idea and went to grab a hotdog. The hotdogs were thee funniest hot dogs i'd ever seen, there' sort of hard to describe but it was covered in way to much sauce and mustard, but they hit the spot well.
While George was grabbing the hotdogs I scooted off to the chemist. All the walking around in my sandles, or jandles as George calls them, has left my feet absolutely rooted, and the cracks were in dire need of some moisturiser.
We sat around talking to South african lauren for a bit took a shower and myself George and Jack headed into town. It was really good last night everyone else was too tired from the night befor so it was just us who went out. Which was good as most people are having a sook and complaining about how rough things are et cetera et cetera.
We caught a tram into the cbd and walked to the Jewish quarter to find a Restaurant. George was set on finding somewhere with Borsche. Its a beetroot soup which is very polish and being the good pole that he is he had to have it. We eventually sat down and we grabbed some beers. The Menu came out and we were welcomed to what more looked like an Italian restaurant.
We wanted something polish so we just asked the waitress, who was gorgeous, to recommend something. We started the meal with the Borche and a shot of vodka, and for mains had a deap fried veal dish with a heap of "rroasted potatoes" which were actually just chunks of potato thrown in a deep fryer. The meal was great and we sat around for ages just talking.

Day 20
Friday 21 Aug
1745

Today started off crap. I couldn't believe the cold shoulder we were getting from some people. What a bunch of sooks, we were going to Auswitch that morning and people were complaing because we were enjoying ourselves and woke people up for a maximum of 20 minutes. Us Damn Australians its the catch 22 of living in such an awesome country, we've got nothing to complain about so the littlest things are such a dramatic part of peoples lives. But i've still got a bit over a week with every one so i'm just biting the bullet.
After a rather cold breakfast we jumped on the bus. I was so tired but I made myself write in my diary. After slaving over that for what I guess was about an hour I quit and went to sleep.
When I awoke we were in Auswitch. This place was incredible and we had a guided tour. I was struggling through this tour and felt terrible most of the time. We started off through Auswitch 1 which was the main administration camp and had been turned into a giant museum. The place was fairly well kept from when it was liberated by the Russians. There were rooms full of shoes and suitcases which had been left by the jews befor being taken to the death camps.
The most eerie part I found was the crematorium, and the room full of human hair. It just looked exactly like the wool I used to bale for hamish down on the farm. Pretty freaky. From there we went out to Auswitch two, this camp was just like the one from 'the boy in the striped pyjamas.'. The whole tour was pretty sobering but it didn't hit me as hard as I thought it would. I think it was just really inconceivable and too extrodinary to be real and I dont think it hit home properly.
The rest of the day i've tried to sleep on the bus. I think I first tried sleeping on the floor. Where I am up the back is right above the engine and by the end it was like sleeping on a hot plate. The worst thing about today has been the fact that i'm still wearing the same cloths from last night except a singlet. Even still every time I go to sleep I wake up in a sweat, its pretty grosse.