Church boredom and cave fun - part 1

Krakow, Auschwitz, Budapest Logan Smith, USA I think I managed to master the art of taking pictures on the sly. Despite the fact that I fully share the management of museums and palaces to get to travel a certain fee for the opportunity to take pictures, but also believe that the secret photography, when you're trying to shoot and not get caught, brings some degree of excitement in visiting these places. Having tried various ways of photography, from the blind "from behind" to photograph, standing behind a tall man, who had permission to shoot, I was able to eliminate some bad practices. As a result of my experiments, you'll be able to see mine and Romanian castles "with their own eyes, rather than relying on my modest writers' abilities. Krakow from Warsaw to Krakow, I arrived completely exhausted. I had to trudge several miles in the rain to "Nathan's Villas, Hotel, advantageously located in the heart of the beautiful district of Kazimierz (old Jewish quarter) in the old town. I'm awfully sleepy, but I knew that if I just go to sleep, then my whole regime will go down the drain, so I handed her things to the laundry and then went into town under a heavy rain. Most of the names of squares, streets and all sorts of attractions are mixed up in my head, but above all I went to the Wawel Castle, which is located in the southern part of the old city. The castle is located on a hill and it overlooks the surrounding countryside. I forgot how much the late Pope John Paul II made to Krakow, but the locals could not allow this information to the dusty archives of my memory. Here almost all the monuments and statues reminiscent of the late Pope. Grave of the recently deceased President Lech Kaczynski and his wife is also in the crypt of the castle, and I do not regret that I stood up in long queues to see them. It all reminds of the late Pope I have wandered a bit through the old town, but as the rain did not stop, I went to a small Catholic church, which seemed to be calming. I opened the door and was greeted by a large number of people sitting in front of a crowd of priests. Deviating from a few nasty looks (at least, it seemed to me that they were angry, although let's not forget that in this part of the world people rarely smile), I stepped on the back row and watched what could well be name of my first service in the Catholic Church. Office in the Catholic church I stayed for about five minutes. Maximum. I think this can be attributed to the language barrier, my irreligious - I know very little about Catholicism - the heat and the fact that everything that happened seemed terribly boring. I do not want to hurt the feelings of believers, but personally I think that it is easier to sustain an hour of some contemporary Protestant service than the 10 minutes of traditional Polish Masses. In general, I decided to drink in a bar that was on the other side of the street (must be someone of the readers are thinking: "Ay-yay-yay!") And see how the Italian team plays football. So I met with the Irish, who, as it turned out later, stopped at my hotel. We quickly became friends. It turned out that they are traveling the same route as me, only in reverse, and had recently arrived from Budapest. After the game we went to the hotel and there only know that here in the basement also has a bar. We had a great time to evening buffet, which cost only 3.5 dollar. Read more: