I was in Poland last week. I flew into Gdansk, and wandered about in Sopot, Gdynia, and Malbork. A short trip as usual, I only had a few days to visit with friends and sample the local alcohol. The trip ended in a vodka hazy 5am wake up and trip to the airport, crammed into an ancient BMW with 3 Poles and a Russian, thumping along at 130km listening to Psytrance. I managed to stumble into the airport and pass out for the duration of my flight to Copenhagen where I realized that Viking men are made differently from the rest of us, and this is the country where real beards are grown. Oh, and my sword was confiscated at the airport. What was I thinking?
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