Travel Pics from Central & Eastern Europe

These pics are from my second big international trip. It was 2003, and we hit up 7 countries in 5 weeks. It was fast, but we were very organized and efficient. These pics are photos of prints from film.

Ashley and a Hungarian dude

This was in Györ in Hungary. We were staying in student residences that were also available for travellers in the summer. This dude was a student at whatever kind of school it was, and he was staying in the room next to ours. He heard my friend and me speaking English, and got excited and knocked on our door. He spoke maybe 10 words of English, but that didn’t dampen his enthusiasm. While we look cozy in this photo, it was actually my friend that he had a thing for.

Ashley eating at a restaurant in Krakow, Poland

This is at Różowy Słoń (pink elephant) in Krakow, Poland. It was fun because it had cartoons all over the walls. I think I was eating perogies, and they were good, but whatever my friend had did not agree with her at all.

Ashley next to a bust of Stefan Michalak in Gdansk

This silliness is in Gdansk, Poland. Stefan Michalak was someone important to do with the founding of the local university’s medical school. Why did I care? Because I was dating his grandson. I was in Gdansk anyway, so I thought it would be fun to go see this and get a picture. This was before the days of smartphones, and it was beyond what was covered in the map in my Lonely Planet. I knew what street it was on, though, so I just set out walking. It took me bloody forever to get there, and then I had to wait around for someone to walk by so I could corral them into taking a picture. What a waste of time.

a bone chandelier in Kutna Hora, Czech Republic

This is an ossuary in Kutna Hora, Czech Republic. It’s all kinds of funky things made from human bones. This “chandelier” contains every kind of bone in the human body. The interesting weird factor outweighed the morbid factor.

Ashley in underground mine museum gear

This is also in Kutna Hora. It’s a mining museum, and to go underground into the main part of the museum, you have to have your helmet and flashlight and this lab coat type thing. It looks all kinds of dorky, but it was a cool museum.

metro workers retrieving Ashley's sunglasses in Eastern Europe

I don’t recall which city this was in, but as I was getting off the metro, the case with my sunglasses fell down next to the track. As they were prescription, I wanted to retrieve them, so that’s what this kind dude is doing. I think the other two were just random dudes being interested and wanting to feel like they were participating in the rescue of my sunglasses.

Actually, that’s a thing I’ve noticed on multiple occasions—men like to gather and pretend that they’re being helpful by association. In Tanzania, when our bus could wedged up against a vehicle parked on the side of the road, our tour group’s menfolk got out of the bus to participate by association, and before long, what seemed like every man in the village ended up being magnetically drawn to help supervise the situation.

men looking at a stuck bus in Tanzania

Thanks for joining me on this meander through (mostly) Europe!

39 thoughts on “Travel Pics from Central & Eastern Europe”

  1. I enjoy your travel photos- quite interesting that ossuary in Kutna Hora. And the community help approach is quite common where I grew up on the islands – part of life to help (or supervise helping). One never knows when one might be stuck too or loose one’s glasses.👍😊

  2. Re: men looking useful, I know I’m only really useful if someone gives me a specific task and lets me get on with it, but if they don’t do that, I tend to hang around until they give me something to do because I feel guilty otherwise. I don’t know whether it has anything to do with gender, though. One book I read on high functioning autism sees “trying to help, but actually just getting in the way” as an autistic trait, and that book was written by a female with autism.

  3. Great showcase of more travels. I am glad you shared. There’s something about all that travel that I know I personally will never undergo, but it is fun reading about it and seeing pictures!

  4. Hard to tell but yes those look like pierogies. Every cuisine seems to have a ‘dumpling’ dish – ravioli, samosas, pierogies, gyoza et al – boil them, fry them, sweet or savory – I’m sure someone has a theory about it.

  5. Great photos and good memories! Thanks for sharing these bits of your personal history with us here 😉 And glad you got the sunglasses back!

  6. Okay,I have to laugh at the part about men gathering to “supervise” instead of helping! My male family members do that, so I call such people “armchair generals” or :backseat drivers” or “they’re contributing using Eye Power”. When one of my ex bosses collapsed after lunch, my male colleague panicked and didn’t know what to do. I had to yell at him to snap out of it and listen to my instructions. We got him to a clinic one floor up but the doctor wasn’t in. So I had to tell the receptionist and my colleague to lay my ex boss down, check if he’s breathing etc. While I called the ambulance.

    1. I hate driving if my dad is a passenger in the car because he’s such an annoying backseat driver.

      That’s hilarious that you had to yell at her colleague to get him to actually do something.

      1. My dad is definitely the backseat driver type (as he’s a backseat phone caller, a backseat cook etc), so I wasn’t too surprised when my younger brother abruptly quit his (expensive) driving lessons at a driving school even though my Dad was paying.😆

      2. Oh and my colleague… I kid you not… started praying aloud. So while I was on the phone with the emergency operator, I had to yell for him to quit that and go tell me the unit number of the clinic. As the ambulance folks would need it.

        Fortunately my ex boss was fine. He wasn’t choking like we all initially thought, but food pressed some nerve point or something and he passed out. I didn’t really understand the EMTs, and they did tell me I did the right thing calling.

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