Gym, Lorry Drivers
We joined a gym yesterday. It was all a bit spur of the moment for me – we’d gone into Monia’s shop so that I could give a couple of her shop workers an English lesson – different kinds of shoe etc. and her friend Dorota was there, having just been to the gym and proposed us as members for 110PLN (starting in October).
Have to say the gym in Galeria Gazimierz looks impressive, and seems well-organized and 110PLN per month for everything is a fantastic price – even if you just go for a swim and a sauna a couple of times a week that’s pretty good value. I haven’t been a member of a gym since the UK though and I’m a little bit worried about how much I’ll use it, but if the experience I had while working for DV is anything to go by, it shouldn’t be a problem – you make time!
Had a typical experience on the Polish roads this morning. I drove to the bus stop to drop Monia off as she’s going to do some work in Kielce for three days. Kielce is a medium sized town about 100km to the north of Krakow, that is apparently famous for being the home of Polish hip hop. I’m guessing it’s the Polish Compton or Brooklyn then (not). Here’s an example:
Anyhow, after dropping her off I had a lot of time to drive to work so I decided not to stress out and drive according to the speed limit etc. Not a good idea. Stopped at some traffic lights and a hugely swollen lorry driver jumped out of his cab and started yelling at me to “grab hold of the steering wheel and drive for f**k’s sake”. Heart attack waiting to happen. I pulled the old “don’t speak polish mate” trick and that really pissed him off, as he started a torrent of abuse. Obviously I slowed down even more after that in the hope that he’d physically explode. This sort of thing is not unusual.
