Today saw us run out of camera batteries and/or memory space, but let me tell you about last night first.
There are so many irritating little flies in Poland, the sort that bug horses all the time and we suffered from a slight infestation last night when they drew to the light and swarmed Tom's ceiling. Being the galant men they are, Tom and Weng quickly dragged the vacuum cleaner - a throwback from the 70s, into the room to do some quick extermination. And boy were they efficient.
After sweeping the ceiling twice and not seeing any kind of real improvement, Tom checked the fittings.
T: Oh damn, the hose is in the wrong hole! It's blowing!
W: Oh, no wonder my t-shirt kept getting sucked in.
It was a lot funnier last night, maybe because we were so tired, but they had effectively spent half an hour displacing the tiny bugs.
Another killer line that set me off was Nat screaming at Tom, 'You're a pain in the rear trumpet!' and Weng asking, 'He has a rear trumpet?'.
After an immense brunch spread with three types of ham, cheese, three types of bread, and kielbasa (the world's best sausage), we set out down the King's route. There were a lot of pictures and so much walking - I can hardly remember all the places we stopped by at, but we eventually made it to the piece de resistance of today's tour and reached Lazienki Park, where a beautiful palace sits across an even more gorgeous lake built in the 16th century - the King's weekend retreat.
Then it was dinner +sigh+ and cherries.
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