The train ride from Warsaw to Torun was a little different as I spent the entire journey in the Cargo carriage, old west stole away style. I would like to say that this made it more exciting but it really didn't. The train was full and even though I had a ticket with a seat number and everything on it this really wasn't enough for rather large man who was in my seat and was two thirds of the way through a six pack (at 8 in the morning no less). The conductor wasn't getting paid enough to care so I found myself sitting on my backpacker surrounded by bikes and other unfortunate souls who were unlucky enough not to score a seat.
My first problem with the Hostel I stayed at in Torun was that the directions were from 'a' train station, just not 'THE' train station. What was a 5 minute walk was actually 50. Once there I was greeted by no one. A few knocks on the door, a yell up stairs, a ten minute wait while looking through my guide book for some where else and finally some one comes from outside (just nipped down to the shops apparently). After I paid my money and got my key she disappeared never to be seen again. As the guest internet was behind the reception I thought I would get my pay back by sending away people who came to check-in thinking that I worked there. If only there was another hostel in town.
Torun was real pretty and mostly still there as it wasn't touched during the war. But it was a really small town and an afternoon and evening did it justice. A little tip to anyone visiting, if you can't find a bar just follow your ears. Any decent bar I found was down a set of unmarked stairs,into the basements of the high street shops.
cheers,
Scott.
My first problem with the Hostel I stayed at in Torun was that the directions were from 'a' train station, just not 'THE' train station. What was a 5 minute walk was actually 50. Once there I was greeted by no one. A few knocks on the door, a yell up stairs, a ten minute wait while looking through my guide book for some where else and finally some one comes from outside (just nipped down to the shops apparently). After I paid my money and got my key she disappeared never to be seen again. As the guest internet was behind the reception I thought I would get my pay back by sending away people who came to check-in thinking that I worked there. If only there was another hostel in town.
Torun was real pretty and mostly still there as it wasn't touched during the war. But it was a really small town and an afternoon and evening did it justice. A little tip to anyone visiting, if you can't find a bar just follow your ears. Any decent bar I found was down a set of unmarked stairs,into the basements of the high street shops.
cheers,
Scott.
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