The Second Decade Starts Here

So here we are 11 years young and ready to board our budget airline towards eastern Europe once again. Things have changed a bit over the years and the whip has even stretched to extra legroom seats. Our first class flight is pointed for Polish airspace to bring us our 30th (I think) dot on the map - Warsaw!It's been 11 years since Jimbotours was last in Poland all the way back on JT1. ***I've got high hopes for cold wet Pilsner and grandma's potatoes and our first pit stop after our short train from the airport is a bar which is a throwback to communism randomly overlooked by a huge building which must have been modelled on the empire state building - Jimbo is keen to do the stairs tomorrow - I'll take the lift. After a long walk to the recommended restaurant by the local barman which turns out to be the poshest place in town we swerve that and walk into the worst place in town for a bowl of microwaved sauerkraut - which tasted even worst than it sounds! ***We're in a decent little hostel in the centre of town and after a quick turnaround are out amongst the polish crazy local kids. Midway through a round of fruity shots I check the footy scores to see that Frankfurt (a Jimbotour alumni) have scored in the last minute and flushed the whip to its highest ever levels - what a touch. Re-energised by our winner we tag onto a bar crawl headed up by an annoying yank lad (standard) and full drunk Welsh blokes who James will shortly make look good on the dance floor with some suspect dance moves. *** The obligotary casino and kebab follows to dent the winnings a touch and fuel some snoring for our fellow hostel stayers. Decent town so far and there's talk of a mystery guest tomorrow - who knows where, who or what we'll be tomorrow. ****Shauny G.