We dined with a physicist our last night in Warsaw, Poland. Wandering back down Novy Swait again for dinner, our stomachs took a liking to a BierHalle offering Polish fare. Overhearing our puzzlement about the cuisine, an American lady cleared up the establishment arrangements. We asked her to join us and she obliged. A physicist, she had arrived from a long trip - America to Warsaw for a conference. Weary from her trip she was keen to avoid her fellow physicists. "If you see a whole lot of geeky people wandering the streets of Warsaw - that will be us" she quipped. Food and conversation were fit for the evening - ordered a Polish soup (zurek) and a dish of chicken breast and vegies. Great stuff.
Travelling brings a plethora of new faces. Introductions begin with a barrage of questions: Where are you from? Where are you going,? Why are you here?. Many connections will soon be lost owing to the tenuous foundations of memory. If anyone is interested, the former US poet laureate Billy Collins has a wonderful animated poem called "Forgetfulness."
Met another Erin - a random Canadian chick at the hostel Oki Doki in Warsaw. Coming back to the room one afternoon, we discovered her in a zombie state. Ran into her again at the train station bound for Krakow, so I inquired after her name. She told me it was the same as mine. When she was mid-stupor that sleepy afternoon, mum's nagging refrain of 'Erin! Erin!' muddled with her dreaming. Why is the crazy woman calling me? her brain queried. Faces flash by constantly - I was enamoured with the cute Polish girl who showed great concern for 'the Australians' coming back so late. Others include some cute Cypriot lads, and it has to be said - a whinging Pom suffering from a cold and an attitude malaise. Will update soon on my sour hostel and an overwhelming visit to Auschwitz.
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