“Travels to a Different Time” : 17June1975: Warzawa, Poland: On the Road to Warzawa

This is my third day in Poland and my first month anniversary in Europe. Thanks to the cleaning ladies making a huge racket and waking me up. I went out to buy breakfast of buns, cheese, babka and sok. All fuelled up walking my legs off to find a good spot to hitch. My first lift was with a guy in a Polski Fiat. At one point it started to rain and we almost slid off the road. He picked up and dropped people off on the way taking money for so doing. He bought me supper and we went to his house or better said I waited outside while he shaved and showered and shined his shoes. His house was dilapidated with broken windows. Poland so far seems a particularly poor country. We took the train into Warzawa and he showed me the hostel. Warzawa is spread out and is big and airy perhaps because it had to be rebuilt after the war. I met a Polish guy at the hostel and we went out for a Pepsi. What luck. The hostel is closing tomorrow. I think many of these hostels cater to school trips so when school is out they close. The room was spotless and has 7 beds in it. Despite the noise in the room out like a light at 22:30.