Thursday, July 3, 2008
Warsaw with Gabriel
So finally I meet up with my friend Gabriel whom I know from my Swedish course. He really makes a good tour guide cuz he knows a lot about the history of his country although mostly the negative part. It sounds like he just wants to get the fuck out of this shithole since there's nothing really good about it except that the girls are hot.
Well, indeed the girls are really something I would like to mention. I would have to say maybe their features are though comparable to the Swedes but just behind by a bit. But for sure, their jugs are the biggest on average I have seen in my life. It's kinda insane to me that everyone is just so firm and big.
Ok enough with the pervertedness, or normal man talk. Gabriel introduces me to his girl friend and another friend. They all seem to be a bit disappointed with their country but not as bad as Gabriel. So basically what G has been telling me about Poland is that you have to careful with anyone around you because you don't know when they are going to screw u up. like he told me before that don't ever mess with the chefs at a restaurant because they might just add some saliva into the making of your food. Also, sounds to me that all the politicians are crooks, and all the ladies are just going after foreigners. He has also told me that all his foreign friends have had a polish girlfriend at a point in their lives.
But anyway, back to Warsaw. G takes me around in the old town and elsewhere in the city. The old town was actually not that old since it was totally brought to the ground in WWII. But they recontructed the old town with the rubble so the material was actually from the old times.
But G has to take one final exam so goes off and later comes back with his girl friend and a guy friend. The guy friend is hilarious because he doesn't hide when he checks out chicks. One time I was in the way and he just pushes me away so he can see the cabouse.
So one thing that's worth mentioning is the suburbs of Warsaw, which are mainly built up with there concrete slabs, which only have three or four kinds of different shapes. I wonder how they managed to make all these building out of only this many combinations.
Finally, I come to G's house and meet his parents. They are very friendly people, and his grandma made a cake because she heard that some guest was coming. The dog though, is not very cooperative because he's gone through hardship, say getting a stick freakin' penetrated through his throat by the neighbors.
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