Epic Train Trip V - The Epic Nun

(enjoy this one, it's reserved my seat in hell)
Do the math:
(a) It's a very catholic country, full of nuns.
(b) Ice cream is delicious and available everywhere.
(c) Poland is crowded, so most people here are irritable, stressed and visibly upset.

Therefore, the Drake-Roszkowski equation states that a+b+c= 1 surly, overweight, ice cream eating nun and the probability of me finding her is absolutely certain, as long as I stay in (c)Crowded areas high in (a)Nun and (b)Ice cream. What better place than historic Wawel castle in the Jewel of Poland, Krakow, which we had just happened to return to after our brief stop in Katowice...

What's this? What better omen could there be? Saint Tomasz street? Time for a quick prayer! "Please god, let her be surly, let her mood be much colder than the ice cream she's so sexily licking"

Wawel castle. We're close, I can feel it. High in ice cream, nun and surly people!
There she is! There she is....no wait...that's a surly Nunn eating ice cream. So close!

What!?! Who's that trying to hide in a crowd of children!? She's big alright! And that's ice-cream she's licking! But is she surly?!?!?!?!?! Is she!?!??!?!?!



Ouch! What's this? My camera has actually frosted over...Oh! She's surly! And she's making an evil, one squinting eye face. You don't see those very often outside of Hollywood. Thank you, St. Tomasz, patron saint of me! Dreams do come true, as long as they're mediocre enough...

Having fulfilled yet another one of my life's ambitions here in Poland, we decided to drop this dump called Krakow, and head out to Nowa Huta, a communist suburb developed by the Russians to undermine Krakow's cultural and religious importance. The literal translation of this suburb, Nowa Huta? New Steelworks. My hope: that it would be so dreary, so communist, so grey, that my colour photo would actually come out black and white...


Right off the tram, things were looking hopeful. "Kill the Jews" in the foreground, a nuclear power plant in the background. Exciting! Off to find the least colourful part of Nowa Huta...

Alas. I had actually asked two old drunks in the park where the most communist part of Nowa Huta was and they said they we're standing in it. Neither grey, nor ugly, Nowa Huta was full of pretty little courtyards and children happily playing. What kind of communist dream is this. Bullshit!