Leaving for the UK about a week and a half ago, I stood at Budapest Ferihegy Airport’s Terminal 2B and looked at the departure table, and saw that this had to be the most depressing departure table I’ve seen in a long time.  I hear Odessa’s not so bad though.

This was at Poznań Główny Train Station at 5:30 on a Sunday morning. The place was packed with kids who I’m guessing were heading home.

You know it’s true love when you let the girl sleeping on the ground next to you use your thigh as a pillow.

Served at the wedding reception, these remained untouched in the Hungarian sections.

Seeing this statue of John Paul II in Poznań, I couldn’t help but think that this is not the usual papal pose of giving a sermon or the likes, but that this pope looks like he’s about to say: “And I wanna get loaded, and I wanna have a good time. Thats what I’m gonna do… I’m gonna have a good time, I’m gonna have a party.”

Maybe there is some truth to that t-shirt “I like the pope, the pope smokes dope.”

Good to see they keep you in mind as well.

I won’t even pretend to know what’s going on over here. My sister thought it looked like bodies going into a dog house. Being a historian, the idea of a crematorium came to mind. Being in Poland, those kinds of crematoriums came to mind.

It was part of some open air art exhibition in a central square in Poznań, but this was the only work that left me feeling a little creeped out. I can’t say what it’s actually supposed to be, as all the accompanying information was in Polish, and as I’ve said earlier, I don’t know Polish.

It could of course be a visual representation of the Ethiopian origin myth, in that God made clay figures, put them into an oven, and that’s how he made man, but somehow I doubt that’s the case.

My knowledge of the Polish language is absolutely nonexistent beyond the most useful phrase “na zdrowie,” which you say when you toast with drinks, hence its importance. As such, I have absolutely no idea what the advertisement above, in a toilet stall no less, is actually saying.

Maybe it means that the two different forms of rubbers are actually interchangeable?  I don’t know, although I’m guessing you could hold papers together with a condom if you needed to, and given enough rubber bands pulled tight enough, you could use it as a form of contraception. Then it would be ribbed for her pleasure, although definitely not for the guy.

As our train pulled into Poznań Główny train station, this is what we saw. I’m not sure what this means, but it’s an interesting thing to see upon arriving in any city. Except Amsterdam, since it’s expected there.

I spent about 1.5 weeks in the UK and a long weekend in Poland for a wedding recently, so the upcoming random pictures and stuff will probably hop around between those two, and occasionally Hungary as well.