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Wroclaw

The first thing I noticed about Wroclaw is that it's not pronounced how you think it would be (it's more like 'vrotslav'). I found this out the hard way. There was some miss understanding, they finally got what I was talking about, they laughed, I was embarrased.
The second was that there were a lot of stunningly attractive women. Its like every girl over the age of 18 had there boobs set to 'oh, my god' (Come on, I'm only Male).
The hostel I stayed at was one of the smallest I've stayed at, just 12 beds in two rooms. It was just some guy with a three bed room apartment who let travellers stay at his house. For this reason it was pretty good start to my stay in Poland as the guy was willing, insistant really, on givng as much as an induction on Polish culture, food and drink as he could.
There are some real pretty churches in Wroclaw but being a Sunday I had to make do with admiring them from the outside. The main touristy thing in town is the arguably the 15m by 120m panaorama depiciting a battle between the polish and russians in the 1700s. It was pretty impressive. There was also the national museum which housed mostly artwork. Bit of a yawn for me.
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