Goats and Pigeons

Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
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Monday, September 7, 1998

Upon arriving in Warsaw, Melanie spat the dummy and insisted that we stay in a campground, but on the way to there, a pigeon was walking along and a tram ran over it, and just like a chicken, the headless pigeon was running around. Rather funny. To me, that was the highlight of Warsaw. Basically destroyed during WW2, so there wasn't too much to see, just the remains of the ghetto area. We did however eat at a really good local restaurant. The potato pancakes were great. A little fattening, as they were dripping in fat. Three courses of food, no desert, couple of beers, good tip, 5.00. Cheap. We left Warsaw and hit the road, heading for Poznan. Home of the head butting goats. As you drive in Poland, there are four lanes. From the right to the left, breakdown lane, lane, lane, breakdown lane. There was a semi in the breakdown lane, a semi was overtaking the semi, we were on the wrong side of the road, overtaking the two semis, and in the breakdown lane, a semi was trying to overtake me. Coming straight ahead at us were four more semis. The semi to the left of me, didn't overtake and managed to squeeze in behind us. This was how it was like here, dangerous, but petrol was cheap, 30 pence a litre, and instead of being swallowed up like John and Janelle, the Chookster was keeping with these trucks. We were doing 80 miles an hour everywhere. The other thing about Polish roads are the amount of whores who are on the side. They are everywhere. If you feel like a quickie, pull over and have one. I saw a couple going for it in the bushes !!!!! Once in Poznan, we set up and went in and had a look around. There is a lovely square but the Soviets built an office block in the middle of it !!!!! We made our was to the Town Hall. At 12, the locals started playing music, similar to the bagpipes but the body was made out of goat, and as the clock chimed, a couple of wooden goats came out and head butted each other. It was so bad, you had to laugh. At the campground however, was an outdoor luge run. That was pretty fun to ride. Also, the local beer here in town was EB, complete with a Kangaroo and Emu on the label. It instantly became known as Ectorian Bitter, but delving down onto the label, we noted that it was owned by Carlton and United Brewery, owner of Fosters and VB !!!!! It was a good town, but Berlin was calling us. On the way out, we did the only thing that was humanly possible, we grabbed a shopping trollry of food, a shopping trolley of beer, a bottle of vodka, a kettle and hit the cash register. 18.00. Bargain. We were now all set for Germany, so we drove and coming to the border, we passed a convoy of trucks that was about five kilometres long. We lined up, we were let out of Poland. We lined up for Germany, we were at the front of the queue, the Germans were stripping a car, it was our turn, we asked for a visa stamp. They shouted, NO, YOU ARE EEC MOVE ON. So we left and headed for Berlin
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