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Poland & Germany 2026 Region Trip://Leg 1.2~Mine Carts and Chicken Hearts (Salt Mine, Kazimierz)

Jarrett

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Date:4/25/2026-5/6/2026
Destination: Poland, Germany
Goal: Energylandia, Phantasialand, Europa Park, Poland Culture, Germany Culture
Distance: 4700 Miles
Means of Travel: Flying, Train, Tour Bus
Potential Credits: 40






IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A pair of small, white apartments on the right with ornate roof decor, on the left a cathedral of red brick with two towers capped with ornate spires, the spire on the left features a golden crown and a pointed tower.
In a few days you will be in the land of your ancestors," read the text message from my grandmother. But unlike in 2022, she was not referring to France. No, that weekend, I was flying out to the place that set the stage for a much earlier part of my family's long, scattered European heritage: Poland. This was the choice not out of a massive desire to see a certain city or experience specific cultural elements, but rather, a few things here and there had made me want to go. WWII history, Energylandia, Wieliczka Salt Mine, and of course, any chance to try another country's culinary offerings.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A timber-framed German inn with several dormers, balconies, and a turret.

I invited my friend Drew, a buddy of mine who goes way back, and mentioned the plan. With LOT Polish Airlines exiting my beloved United codeshare, our best bet looked to be reaching Poland via Frankfurt through Lufthansa and/or United. Drew, like myself with the Polish heritage, has German heritage himself, and while he liked the Poland plan, talked more about our layover in Germany than he did anything in Poland. This gave me the idea to hella, hella extend our layover in Germany, cutting Legendia from the Poland roster and upgrading in its place with Europa Park and Phantasialand. Over New Year's Eve, we fired up Rhine River travel content and picked the sleepy winery town of Bacharach to set the stage for a rural German culture day. With us spending time on two very different halves of Europe with very different political histories, we dubbed the trip Iron Curtain 2026, as a chance to see how the different halves of Europe developed in the 80 years since the WWII things we were seeing.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Two men in their thirties drink coffee in an airport.

I did everything I could to sleep in like a lazy bum today, knowing I had not only a domestic and Transatlantic flight ahead of me, but another domestic after that! I got up, got ready, and had my mother drop me off at the airport where I waited on Drew.




And while waiting outside TSA, we had a guest in the form of a bird getting stuck in the airport! Fortunately, I told the nearby people at the Delta counter, who got airport services to come humanely let this little guy free.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Against DAY's tarmac and control towers, a hand holds a small plush panda.

My girlfriend Keely sometimes gives me cute little plushies, and the smaller ones often go on trips with me so I can send her photos of them traveling around the world. My accompaniment on this trip was Noodles, this little panda. Here he is ready to take to the skies from Dayton!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Jarrett pulls down a Survivor Buff to smile at the camera with a tall dinosaur skeleton in the background in Chicago O'Hare's B terminal, wearing a blue jersey that says "100 YEARS OF" and a United insignia.

After a very short flight to our first connection at Chicago O'Hare, we went on a quest to find the legendary Terminal Transfer Bus to the distant Terminal 5, where most of the international flag carriers do their work in the Windy City. We were told our first clue was basically to find the dinosaur, who was rocking the United 100th Anniversary jersey this time.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A hand holds a green strip of paper reading "Prospect Airport Services Bus Transfer C" against Chicago O'Hare's tarmac and control tower out a bus window.

To get to Terminal 5, you take the escalator down from the B concourse, across the tunnel with trippy lights, and hang a right at the end before the escalator back up to find the bus station. Prospect will look at your passport, your boarding pass, and then give you a little piece of laminated paper. From there, it's about a 20 minute ride to the M gates.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Several airplane tails with art for Air France, Iberian, Cathay Pacific, Austrian Airlines, and LOT Polish Airlines.

Here we are, Terminal 5! Man, this was beautiful to see all these colorful and artistic tail arts in one place. And I see our ride!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: People line up at a counter for Austrian Airlines OS46 to Vienna at Gate M24.

Picking a flight out was hell for this trip, both because of EES implementation and Lufthansa going on strike. Our third or fourth plan ended up with us on Austrian Airlines connecting through Vienna to get to Krakow, with a long 5 hour layover in the Austrian capital. With a quick document check on the ground, they put one of those little sticky page markers on our passports and sent us aboard!


IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Drew stands before the cabin door of a white Boeing 787 with red lettering on the fuselage.

Austrian Airlines, here we come! New airline for me, and second flag carrier.




And just like that, I think I have a new favorite airline! Oh my god, the seats were so comfortable and reclined so far, we were greeted to the friendly skies with "Vienna's favorite beer," as we were told, and they played Austrian waltz music during boarding. This is the way to fly! You can't fly directly there from the states, get Vienna to get you a lift!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Jarrett and Drew toast Ottakringer beer cans across the aisle.

Prost! Welcome to the skies, we've got about eight and a half hours to Vienna!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A black tray with a triangular dish configuration containing pasta, cucumber salad, and white chocolate mousse on an airplane traytable.

Even the food was incredible for what it was. Normally I have an expectation that the better the airline is, the worse the food is. United food sucks because it's a good airline, Air Canada's food is so good because that airline sucks. Austrian broke the mold here, and I knew we were in for a treat when I saw someone dressed like a chef running around the plane. Orichette pasta with cream sauce, peas, and these lovely blistered cherry tomatoes with a Greek salad, dinner roll with butter, and white chocolate mousse.

PRO TIP: This food tasted great, but if you fly economy on Austrian, their options are only meatless. If this'll make you hungry, bring something else from the airport packed with protein.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A hand holds a water bottle that is slightly caved in.

I slept like a baby on this flight! Boeing's lovely 787 Dreamliner aircraft pressurizes at a lower temperature to make sleep easier on the plane, normally I sleep maybe 30 minutes to 2 hours at most, I probably slept 4 hours of this flight. Between the low cabin pressure and the comfy seats and actual pillows that weren't wrapped in cheesecloth, I might as well have been curled up on the clouds outside the windows. Plus, when we landed and the cabin returned to atmopheric pressure, it made my water bottle implode like a submarine full of billionaires, so that was funny.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A tower of jams, cold cuts, and fruit sit on a table with croissants and rolls against a window to VIE's tarmac.

EES who!?!? The cutest, nerdiest border patrol officer ever took our photos and fingerprints, asked us if we were staying in Austria, and wished us safe travels no more than ten minutes after deplaning. The original plan was to head into Vienna and get breakfast there while we were forced to leave security, but Vienna is awesome and we didn't even have to go back through. So it wasn't worth the risk leaving and getting sensually frisked by Hans to see the city, so we instead did an Austrian breakfast in the airport while plane spotting.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A table in an airport terminal holds a pint of beer.

Adjacent to one of those 9 am pints that has frumpy Ryanair guy's britches in a twist, of course.




After a nice, leisurely breakfast and some souvenir shopping for possibly the most BS country credit I could ever possibly claim, we found the bus to our gate to Krakow...and the First Order's latest droid! I'm all for Roombas and Automowers and robots helping us out, but the unblinking LED eyes of the Scary Austrian Roomba were starting to dip into the uncanny valley. Look at this god awful thing!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Jarrett smiles in front of an Austrian Airlines gate for Krakow.

Finally, over fifteen hours later, on our last flight to Krakow! Let's make it, finally!
That last flight was a domestic Austrian flight, not nearly the level of care we had on the way in, but it was an hour so you wouldn't expect it. Longest hour of my life, though, and while Drew was all happy to get to Krakow and take a nap, I knew damn well we probably had another hour or two of navigating public transport to get to our AirBNB.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: The Polish countryside under an aircraft.

Our little Airbus plane dipped below a rough cloud ceiling over the Polish countryside on approach to Pope Jan Pawel II airport...and just as I can see the cute little farms of rural Poland, I hear the sound of digested food filling a paper bag. Drew's trademark motion sickness has struck again, not on a roller coaster, but on an unexpected rough landing. "Get me another!" he screamed as the paper thin barf bag struggled to keep it together, so I gave him the one from my seat. And two other seats, bro ended up filling four bags of his vomit it was disgusting.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: On airport tarmac under a red-tipped wing, a blue bus with Energylandia promo material wrap opens its doors behind a cone.

Of course the Energylandia bus fittingly gets us from plane!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: On a wall of white tile decorated with triangle-based graphics, teal font says "Welcome to Krakòw and Malopolska."

...and takes us into the most unsettlingly quiet baggage claim. Maybe we were just landing at an odd time, but Poland dressing their airport security in army green was a little unnerving. But we were here!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A look at a train staion from an escalator, under a sign reading "GALERIA KRAKOWSKA."

After getting our bags and catching a train to Krakow Glowny (pronounced "gwuvny" per the train conductor taking our tickets), we made it to Krakow's chaotic central station, made it up and headed the mile to our AirBNB.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A courtyard of high rise apartments with balconies and rounded cylindrical stairwells in the concrete.

Did we make it to the right spot? I thought Harry Potter was in Florida. Nope! This was our AirBNB, up five flights of these stairs. Turns out this place used to be employee housing for some Polish bank, per our host.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A restaurant facade painted with flowers reads "PIEROGARNIA KRAKOWIDACY" on a blue sign.

After about an hour nap, we found the little paper handout given to us by our host, Daniel, and saw him recommend a little pierogi place we had seen on the walk in. It was settled: grab dinner here and walk around Krakow's Old Town for a few for a chill, jetlagged evening.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A restaurant with white tables and chairs and light blue walls painted with flowers and decorated with traditional farming equipment.

This place was adorable! It had that rural Midsommar vibe I love while playing crazy Polish folk music, the perfect welcome to this country! I knew damn well there was a Babcza in the back about to whip up the best meal I had ever eaten.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A plate of pierogi dusted with powdered sugar surrounds a sauce dish of sour cream.

Our server was this cutesy Polish girl in a little traditional farmhand dress and flower hairpiece straight out of Midsommar. I do not know what kind of charm Drew pulled talking to her, but after we sit down, she sets down a plate of cream cheese pierogi that neither one of us ordered and smiles at me, "these are for your friend."



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A blue bowl of tomato soup topped with herbs with a few rotini noodles floating in the red broth.

Having not eaten since Austria, I treated myself to a little zupa pomidora, or tomato soup, mostly because I saw it on the menu and I knew how to order it in Polish. It was honestly better than I expected! Not much different from American tomato soup, but the pasta and garnish goes a long way.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A blue plate holds several dumplings topped with bacon, onions, and scallions surrounding a dish of diced apples.

This is what we did order! Duck pierogi topped with caramelized onion and bacon jam served with cinnamon apples. It was amazing, nice fatty flavor from the duck and the jam complimented it so well. An amazing welcome to the country!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A row of European housing.

With us now full, we figured a walk across Old Town was in order. Krakow's old town is separated from the modern city by a little band of green space with a bike path running around the old quarter, but it's a quick crossing through a band of park to go from the modern rat race of Poland's second city into its historic capital.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Several buildings in old European style, with a tall brick cathedral of two spires in the background.

They weren't kidding when they raved about this square! It's huge, it's full of life, there's a big market a la Charleston at the center, and St. Mary's Basilica towers over it beautifully at Golden Hour.




Some legend set up a speaker in the middle of the square and it drew these drunk American college kids in like a moth to a flame. Next thing you know, every brainless tourist in Krakow is doing the Macarena while surrounded by an eternity of rich history for some reason. I had no idea why, but at least they were having fun and not annoying the locals like we'd seen earlier. But I'll be damned if this was not a good laugh!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Two cathedral spires, one taller than the other, of red brick bathed in golden sunlight.

St. Mary's Basilica had sadly closed not long before we got here, but I promised Drew we'd check it out before leaving Krakow because he was interested in what could possibly be inside such a majestic building. But hey, we were there just in time for golden hour shots!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A tall clocktower of brick with a few medieval European buildings in the background.

Krakow's old city square reminded me a lot of the square in Bruges, but with a clocktower, statues, and city market built at the center of the cobblestone. I believe it's the largest of its kind in Europe, per the Poland book I purchased before coming here.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A hollow metal statue head without eyes lays sideways on a base, bandages over its mouth.

Cool statue head as an art piece near the clocktower/market. Couldn't find what the significance was supposed to be, sadly.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A brick building with ornate cement accents, with the towers of a cathedral in the background.

They also had this touristy little market, which was a bit more expensive than the souvenirs elsewhere in town, but it was fun to walk around and see what they were selling.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A dimly lit street market with wrought iron light fixtures hanging from a vaulted ceiling, lined with little vendor booths on either side of the corridor.

It reminded me of Charleston, South Carolina's Market Street, if you've been there. They sold typical city souvenirs, in addition to pigeons, things related to Krakow's Jewish district, and dragons referencing some dragon statue down by Wawel Castle.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A hook hangs many smiling pierogi plushies, all reading "Krakow" in red letters

...and also pierogi plushies like the ones Poland's Olympic team had in Milan! Which I had to get for Keely and I!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stone dormer jutting from the corner of a cement building with vaulted archways and a light-bathed cathedral with uneven towers in the background.

It was getting late, I was losing sunlight, so we elected to return to the AirBNB, and more importantly, return here in a few days when we had time to properly explore it.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: The uneven spires of St. Mary's Basilica against a blue sky.

So we headed back, with goals to visit again in three days after two very busy days ahead of us.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A wrought iron sign over a gate reads "ARBEIT MACHT FREI."

UP NEXT: The most difficult thing I have ever seen traveling brings a shocking, sobering welcome to Poland as we visit the number one place I had to see if I ever came here. An early morning two-part tour starts at the infamous Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial Museum, full of the most horrible things I had ever seen and heard in all my years traveling. It was an honor to be able to do this, and while no amount of interest in this topic can replace the sensation of actually standing in one of these horrible places, I will do my best to write it up honestly, respectfully, and tell anyone who cares to read what I saw that day. I will also be covering our dinner in Kazimierz, as we intentionally did it on this day for a reason.

(SIDE NOTE: As usual, this was copy pasted from my blog. If dark historical content such as this is too much for CoasterForce, mods please let me know so I can just edit this bit out and skip it altogether or direct readers somewhere offsite to read it.)
 
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Date:4/25/2026-5/6/2026
Destination: Poland, Germany
Goal: Energylandia, Phantasialand, Europa Park, Poland Culture, Germany Culture
Distance: 4700 Miles
Means of Travel: Flying, Train, Tour Bus
Potential Credits: 40

CONTENT WARNING: This blog entry discusses a tour of Auschwitz Birkenau Concentration Camp Oswecim, Poland, and discusses hateful, abusive acts of all kind committed by Adolf Hitler's genocidal Nazi regime. Please use judgement when deciding whether or not to read. CoasterForce Mods, please either DM me here or through Facebook if this is too hot for the forums or just outright take it down, as I know this is a heavy, adult topic that does not belong everywhere.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A black and white photo of the Auschwitz Birkenau rail house, with a railroad extending through an arch.
Every school class has one. That specific student that oddly gets way too into the Holocaust unit, to the concern of parents and teachers alike. That kid that’s always asking questions about the most horrible thing a K-12 student will learn in America, the kid who leaves the classroom only to read books on the subject at home, the kid who might not have even participated in class otherwise. To some, the worst things human beings have ever done to other human beings are captivating. Almost pathologically interesting. I was that kid. Nobody, myself included, really knows why, but I had a lot of interest in the topic. And almost twenty years later, I had an experience that thirteen year-old me would have never dreamed of: to get to set foot in a place as terrible as Auschwitz and see firsthand where these heinous, disgusting crimes took place.


Day 1


"Your departure time has changed from 9:45 to 5:45," GetYourGuide rudely told me that evening in Krakow. And that's what we did. I set early alarms, and we got up, around the block, and found the train station Kiss and Ride from which GetYourGuide would pick us up after ten freezing minutes in thirty degree weather.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A sunrise over a river behind a bridge railing, with buildings on the banks of the Vistula.

It was a beautiful morning in Poland as we crossed the Vistula. Little cold, little frosty, but beautiful. Because of the time difference, I chatted with Keely via text on the way over, but she got tired, and I promised her I'd just send her photos as I took them with my phone, so she might get a captionless photo dump with no context. She was, after all, the child in her class that was weirdly interested in the Holocaust.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A cement wall reads "Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial Museum" in English, Polish, and Hebrew.

It was a two hour drive through the frosty countryside of Poland in the morning, which was honestly gorgeous. We even saw a bison herd and curved tree trunks out the window on the way, and honestly, it was a drive that could have lasted forever considering what I knew was on the other side. "OSWECIM," read the sign, just an innocent town name, but I knew from a book I had as a child what was in that town of Oswecim. "I'm shaking even being in this parking lot," I sent off to Keely as she fell asleep.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A hand holds a paper ticket reading "Auschwitz Birkenau" and bearing a time of 7:40, English language, and "8 Jarrett Browne."

In my 8th grade English class, my retiring teacher, who was otherwise a horrible crabby old woman with whom I did not get along, was also the school Holocaust nerd. This random English teacher was the lady you’d get sent to for drawing hate symbols on your binder. Her curriculum consisted of Daniel’s Story, the Anne Frank play script, The Wave, participation in a local Holocaust writing competition, and filling a period valise with symbols of the Holocaust. A Schindler’s List film poster hung at the back of her room, and many students falsely believed she was Jewish for Holocaust interest alone. Honestly, I learned more about the darkest chapter of history in my reading class than I ever would have about literature. And she had been here, and on a class day I was excited for, she showed us her photos on an old school slide projector. Excited because I knew there was no way in hell I could ever actually go to Poland and see it for myself.

This was in my hand. And this would have made teenage me feel all sorts of ways to even be in possession of this ticket with my name on it.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A queue on gravel heads into a brick building with tiled roof and skylights.

This unassuming building is where you wait before entering, where they do metal detection and hook you up with your audio guide. We had a wait here while we talked with this really cool older British couple we had met at the Kiss and Ride. This takes you to Auschwitz-I, the start of the Nazis' operation in Oswecim and the smaller brain of the sinister place where administrative decisions were made.


IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A group stands in a concrete basement wearing headphones, a black sign points to the left and reads "DIRECTION OF VISITING" in English, Polish, and Hebrew.

So you show up, they take you downstairs, and you're given these audio guide headphones. A pair of headphones covered with gauze-like sanitary cloth hooks into a transceiver that you can clip or pocket, which hooks you up to everything your guide is saying. And where this gets chilling was the realization that everything our guide, a Polish woman named Barbara, was saying, was always in earshot no matter how horrible it was, and no matter which room you were in.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A group strolls down a concrete trench landscaped with rocks and a slanting cement wall.

"Let us start with the names of the victims," Barbara told us, before taking us from this basement onto this walkway built in a masonry trench with a brutalist look to it. She turned off the audio guides, and we walked down the concrete path that slowly rose up to ground level. But every few seconds, you would hear a name. Hermann. Otto. Two faceless words every few seconds to represent one of millions murdered in cold blood at the place we chose to spend our morning.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Across a grassy field bathed in sun, several wooden and brick cabins sit in a morning mist behind green trees with sunlight illuminating their branches.

We had such a beautiful morning for this. Green grass, blue sky, a slight atmospheric morning fog, hell the birds were singing. But if anything, this was off putting when you consider that this quaint, beautiful setting is the closest thing to hell humans have created to date.


IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Two black signs show a map of Auschwitz I and tell the story of a Polish army garrison being turned into a concentration camp.

Auschwitz began life as military barracks for the Polish Army, the Germans decided that it would be repurposed upon taking Poland for themselves. Many of these buildings had innocent origins, but the Germans turned them into a concentration camp. Oswecim (pronounced "osh-VEE-cheem), the town we were in, was the namesake to the camp, with the name "Auschwitz" simply being a Germanic equivilent to Oswecim.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: An iron sign over a gate reads "ARBEIT MACHT FREI."

ARBEIT MACHT FREI. "Work will make you free," my childhood teacher told us this sign read in German. A false promise meant to make this place seem like a less sinister labor camp, this is by far the most famous thing in Auschwitz-I.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A row of brick buildings with Dutch roofs surrounded by trees and gravel walkways.

As I said above, this part of the camp, unlike its more infamous subcamp, started life as military barracks, so there's nothing inherently sinister about anything you see just out in the open. Drew said it looked like a woodsy little apartment complex, which it does in parts where the barbed wire and guard towers aren't visible.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Auschwitz-I's path between blocks fenced off by a wooden wall and guard tower. A family with a wheelchair sits outside of one building.

While I saw wheelchairs around outside, it was gravel path, and the blocks where things were displayed were only accessible by steps.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A cement-framd doorway in a brick wall next to a lantern reading "4," the glass over the door reads "GENERAL EXHIBITION; EXTERMINATION" in English and Polish.

Many of these blocks have now been turned into the museum part of Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial Museum, with exhibits telling what happened here through photos, glass cases, and words tied to artifacts. The first one they show you is Extermination.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A white model shows a room of murdered people underground, with nearby above-ground rooms showing the bodies being loaded into crematoria.

This was actually a surprising but familiar sight for Drew and I. There's a white plaster sculpture just like this at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum, which shows off exactly how the Nazis' industrialized murder operation worked, specifically Crematorium 2 at Birkenau, which we would see later.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A glass case holding several rusty cans with their lids ripped off.

Zyklon B, a commercially available pesticide made with cyanide, became the standard means of routine mass murder in Hitler's gas chambers. Meaning "cyclone" in German, it was an innocent, powerful product name, like how we have Raid and Roundup and Arm & Hammer back at home. Several cans containing the deadly product were buried by the cowards trying to hide their crimes.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Atop a glass pedestal labeled "CYKLON B; ZYKLON B," a small pile of chalky pellets sits on display.

Zyklon B were these chalky pellets that were saturated in cyanide, when they hit the air, the cyanide would evaporate into a deadly gas that stops your body from being able to use oxygen. Contrary to urban legend, while the gas chambers were disguised as showers and the condemned would undress before entering, the pellets did not come out of the shower heads but fell in through slots in the ceiling. There, people numbering between 800 and 3000 (depending on which gas chamber) were trapped together in an airtight space as toxic cyanide slowly suffocated them over up to 20 horrible minutes. The "lights go off and a lot of screaming" you see in Hollywood was not a quick bait-and-switch, this chemical slowly and painfully suffocated human beings as they screamed for their lives.


IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Light-colored human hair.

PHOTO CREDIT: Auschwitz-Birkenau Memorial Museum Website, this is not a photo of the real hair, it is a stock image. Photography in the hair room is prohibited out of respect for the victims.

"No photos in the next room and prepare yourselves for a shock," Barbara's electrified voice coldly instructed me through the headset. What the hell was in there? "EVIDENCE OF EXPLOITATION OF CORPSES," read a chilling sign on the door. And when I stepped in, I gasped.

The next exhibit was a dimly-lit room containing a glass case that took up half the floor space, in it a heaping pile of reddish-brown human hair reaching across the entire wall floor to ceiling. I was under the impression from childhood that this was barber shop clippings, that they had swept up the hair shaved from prisoners' heads, but today, Barbara told us the grim reality that traces of Zyklon B were found in te hair. The Sonderkommando, a group of physically strong prisoners tasked with running the crematoria, were tasked with cutting the hair from murdered human beings and helping stockpile it. The Nazis would bale and sell the hair as a raw material, another case in the room also showed a sort of weaving loom used to spin it into textiles. Two tons of hair was behind that glass wall, which Barbara told us represented "forty thousand human lives," which I knew was a drop in the bucket compared to the over a million murdered at this camp.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Across a table are laid white shawls with navy stripes and yarnwork on them.

The next block showed items from Canada, the euphamism given to warehouses of stolen items by prisoners. "EVIDENCE OF MATERIAL CRIMES," read this exhibit. I'm friends with a Jewish family back at home, and through them I knew exactly how special and personal these prayer shawls likely were to the people from which they were stolen.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A pile of prosthetics, braces, crutches, and mobility aids.

This was the room to break me. I cried on the phone with my girlfriend the following evening because I saw this.

Many people I love I love are disabled, and some use mobility aids, one of which is my own girlfriend who I love and have plans to marry. And this was another marginalized group the Nazis terrorized, killing many before the Final Solution even started. And to know that one person who I loved enough to give her my entire life would have just been killed as one of a large scale operation and her wheelchair just thrown into this pile, and the knowledge that every single prosthetic, every brace in this pile represents one beautiful human being murdered, I couldn't. I promised Keely a photo dump, but this was the one thing I could not bring myself to send her. And as of this writing, she knows there was one photo I did not show her, but she does not know its contents.

What also bothered me was that this room is not accessible. If anyone deserves to see Auschwitz, it's the people they were killing. These barracks aren't a renaissance cathedral, and I feel like ground level elevators to both floors deserve to be installed in the buildings open to the public. Ensuring everyone gets to see these important things is more important than preserving a few three foot strips of death camp brick wall.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A pile of dirty grey leather shoes behind a glass wall.

And here we have the infamous shoe pile. Pretty sure everyone has seen this as one of the most recognized symbols of Auschwitz, but to look closely at the designs, the loafers, the pumps, and realize each of these was an individual choice to one person killed, maybe another is in the pile maybe it isn't. Every single one of these dirty, decaying shoes, separated from its match, tells the story of someone who didn't live to tell it themselves.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A pile of suitcases, bags, and baskets, some of the suitcases have names visible on them, one being Anna Kraus.

Suitcases, with the names of the victims chillingly written on each piece of luggage. Anna Kraus, couldn't help but wonder who that was and what was her story.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A wall of camp records, all bearing red triangles.

The next gallery had some paperwork, random artifacts, and a downstairs hall of camp mugshots. The most terrifying thing here was that after Jews, political prisoners were the next most common. Not the green criminal triangle, the red political prisoner triangle.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Ten mugshots of men with shaved heads in black and white against a wall.

Downstairs, you would walk through a hall of photo after photo of the victims. Many Poles, a few Slovenes, a mixed bag of others. Here, the man with the swollen lip and the cut on his head in the center of the bottom row was the story I wanted to know.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A glass case before a white paneled wall containing a glass urn, holding pulverized gray bone in a conical configuration.

This was another thing I cried about tonight.

This memorial contains the ashes that the Nazis dumped into the Vistula river to hide what happened here. This glass urn contains real Holocaust ashes, not the uniform white stuff you scatter in a field when your loved one dies, this is a course, gray, bony gravel-like substance, where the bones of those incinerated were just barely crushed up enough to take up as little space as possible. Not out of respect, but to downsize the remains of one human being enough that as many more as possible can fit onto the dump truck and be dumped unceremoniously into that river in the first photo.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A glass case holds a wooden handle with a length of braided wire at the end like a whip.

This cat o' nine tails was used for punishment around the prison.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A curved beating bench and the wooden stick used to beat those strapped into it.

People trying to escape were punished on this, bound face-down and brutally beaten. Today, it sits behind a glass case for people to see the reality of things here eighty years ago.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: In a frame sits a burlap sack reading "PORTLAND-ZEMENT."

The titular Striped Pajamas from Boy In The Striped Pajamas (a historical fictional, historically inaccurate about Auschwitz that traumatized my entire generation), were not very warm. A prisoner working in Birkenau took these burlap concrete bags and stuffed his uniform for warmth in the harsh Polish winter, he was beaten within an inch of his life for it. Battered for a harmless act of self-preservation.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A grayscale photo of triple-tier bunk beds beside a window, with a table bearing a pot of sorts.

This next block was left largely intact, the "model" if you will, for life at Auschwitz-I. Bunks, toilets, and a punitive basement where photos were prohibited, made up this building. Prisoners would have lived in these barracks.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A brick wall of cinderblocks against a masonry wall, with a sun flare and several flower bouquets and candles at its base.

There was a room here where the Gestapo would try "offenses" committed by those imprisoned here, with the most common sentence simply being death. Two rooms existed for prisoners to undress before being led naked two by two to this wall, where they would be shot to death by firing squad. Notably, this is where people leave tributes at Auschwitz-I.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: On the ground with candles nearby, a glass rock, a heart-shaped rock, a quarter and a dime sit in the silt.

Drew left the heart-shaped rock, a coworker of mine gave me the pretty glass one to leave on her behalf, and the two American coins you see come from Keely and I. Leaving change on horizontal surfaces is a paranormal thing often seen at haunted houses and cemeteries, so I thought it was fitting for that to be the way Keely and I showed our respect.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A pathway flanked on both sides by barbed wire runs between two buildings.

We continued to the edge of the camp, the grand finale for Auschwitz-I, knowing well something awful awaited us. I didn't know what it was we were about to see, but we were going to see it, and I was unsure if I wanted to.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: From a grassy hill landscaped with pine trees, a foundation and brick chimney rise from the knoll.

We were going to be taken into what remained of the Auschwitz-I gas chambers. These were not the massive killing machines where a majority of those sent to Auschwitz were murdered. This gas chamber was smaller, a prototype even, clobbered together out of the camp's existing morgue and crematorium. "You may photograph in here, but please maintain silence out of respect for the victims."



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A barren cement basement with a light overhead and a door in the back left.

While the Birkenau gas chambers were disguised as showers with knobs, tile, and shower heads, this facility was just a concrete basement where people were killed. Through small slots in the ceiling, Zyklon B was poured into this room while it was locked elbow-to-elbow with people who would suffocate slowly and painfully from the cyanide.

The Nazis knew what they were doing. They would rev engines outside to drown out the awful screaming of people being murdered within.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A brick and cement basement with two cremation ovens, equipped with trays mounted to rails on the floor.

This had begun life as the camp's morgue, so this crematorium predates the final solution. But make no mistake, seeing an oven used to dispose of that many innocent murder victims sent chills down my spine. This could have been a crappy, dated piece of machinery with which I worked at my regular job, but with much more sinister purposes.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A wooden platform with stairs leads up to a U-frame with a rusty metal hook on the horizontal.

This gallows was the best thing we saw all day. One person, count it, one. Uno. Ein. Jeden. A single person was killed here, and it was the sick bastard who ran this place. Upon liberating the camp, the Russians built this, took the camp director responsible for all the death and torture going on here, and hanged him right at the very gas chambers where he murdered so many others.

This was the best thing we saw all day.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Across a grassy field of dandelions, a wide, shallow building has a set of railroad tracks going through an arch under a cupola.

From here, we returned to the parking lot, those who bought sack lunches ate them, and we took a quick toilet break. Then, we piled into the car and drove ten minutes to Auschwitz's bigger, more deplorable subcamp: Birkenau.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Railroad tracks head through a simple brick building through an arch under a cupola.

Here it is. The iconic Holocaust photo, vanishing perspective of the railroad tracks that took people to the very end you can see in the photo. Truly iconic, yes, but for the most sinister, disgusting reasons.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Miles upon miles of barbed wire, brick ruins, and barracks in the distace.

No audio guides at Birkenau. We barely need it because we won't be seeing much. Not that there's nothing here, there absolutely is. Barracks, factories, and barbed wire as far as the eye can see, as a matter of fact. It's much bigger than Auschwitz-I. Everything you saw above? Imagine it copy and pasted as many times as possible for maximum performance of the acts you saw. It's disgusting.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A grayscale photo of a red railcar sitting on the train tracks, with wooden metal beams and siding.

People from all over Europe were loaded into these train cars elbow to elbow, with only one bucket as a toilet, sometimes for days on end. Many were actually excited to arrive at Birkenau, because the disgusting, eternal journey was over, but their hell had just begun. And even worse, many had thought the murmurs of camps and gas chambers were a mere conspiracy theory until they arrived here.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A pile of rubble and cement frame rests in a pile of bricks, dangling strands of rebar downward.

At the back of Birkenau, this is all that remains of the white sculpture's subject matter. Cowards as they were, the Nazis destroyed their gas chambers when they realized the Soviets would liberate the camp shortly. Three or four of these massive ruins occupied the back of the camp, with one notably destroyed in a Sonderkommando riot a week prior to liberation.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: In a grassy field roped off by a barbed wire fence and guard tower, a brick trench with tubular steel supports runs through the ground.

When this was all assembled, people would go from the rail car seen in a prior photo, and be selected for either slave labor or death. Those sorted into the group to be executed would be taken here under the guise that it was disinfection. They would be forced to undress completely, the led into an underground gas chamber disguised as a shower. After the Zyklon B pellets completely gassed them to death, the Sonderkommando would load them into elevators up to the crematorium, where the destroyed human lives would be reduced by flame, machines, and manual labor, into that gray bone gravel seen in the prior urn photo.





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IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Four black granite stones read "To the memory of the men, women, and children who fell victim to the Nazi genocide. here lie their ashes. May their souls rest in peace." In Polish, English, and Hebrew.

There is a large memorial, and a smaller one. That couple we had spoken to were the only others to leave anything in tribute, placing a rock beside one of these stones.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Across railroad tracks, a series of barracks, barbed wire fences, and a guard tower.

Auschwitz-I is small, lowkey, and as Drew said, could pass for an apartment complex. Auschwitz-II, Birkenau, this place was unapologetically as evil as possible. Massive, out in the open, and with no effort to hide what they were doing. It's one of maybe ten objects duplicated into infinity to maximize the amount of slavery and murder of which this place would be capable. It is literally the worst place in the world.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A brick barracks building supported with a timber frame in the grass.

Barbara wanted to show us the women's' barracks lastly, so we hiked up a gravel trail and entered this place where the prisoners, the average people the Nazis chose to let live, for now, slept here.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Racks of wooden sleeping shelves supported by masonry walls on a brick floor.

"I wouldn't let my dog sleep here," I heard uttered as we strolled through the racks, not beds, racks for humans, with wooden planks and nails sticking out of them. Drew informed us that he heard of fights breaking out for the upper bunks, as gravity would force the human excrement to drip and trickle down onto those sleeping below.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Multiple rail switches lead into the gatehouse of Auschwitz-Birkenau Concentration Camp in black and white.

This concluded our tour, and from here, we headed back to the tour bus to get snacks, use the toilet, and return to Krakow with a stop at the salt mines like we had not just spent the morning looking at crushed human remains, crematoria, prosthetics from disabled murder victims, or two tons of hair cut from dead people.

I knew I would have to do a lot to distract myself from what I had just witnessed.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A few sculptures in an underground mine show a man kneeling before a princess surrounded by guards.

UP NEXT: We visit the UNESCO World Heritage Site of the Wieliczka Salt Mine south of Krakow, descending hundreds of feet into the earth into caverns of history both natural and human. Incredible subterranean scultures, fascinating geological history millions of years in the making, and somehow heading this deep underground leads to Jesus instead of Satan like I always thought. Plus, the painful memories at Auschwitz have a silver lining as we visit Krakow's Kazimierz district for dinner, and witness firsthand the beauty of the Ashkenazi Jewish culture that continues to flourish in Krakow.
 
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Date:4/25/2026-5/6/2026
Destination: Poland, Germany
Goal: Energylandia, Phantasialand, Europa Park, Poland Culture, Germany Culture
Distance: 4700 Miles
Means of Travel: Flying, Train, Tour Bus
Potential Credits: 40

Day 1 (continued)

So we left Birkenau and drove, about an hour and a half, I don’t know. I didn't want to just walk away from how I felt after seeing Auschwitz, but I wanted to take some time before I finished processing how I felt, so I put a metaphorical pin in it. I read my novel, texted with Keely some, and enjoyed sitting and resting after all that walking. After all, we had even more time on our feet coming up.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stone cavern carved with an altar featuring the Virgin Mary carved of salt in a geode-like nave, with a white chandelier of wood and crystals in the foreground.

The other culturally significant thing we managed in Polska was the UNESCO-certified Wieliczka Salt Mine. But wait. A salt mine? A dirty hole in the ground where sweaty men in coveralls break up rocks all day is a UNESCO World Heritage Site? Yes it is. Why? Because Europe’s first mine is not only a historically significant medieval relic that’s been used continuously since the Paleolithic times, but also for the amazing artwork that’s been carved in the depths of the earth here. This is the closest we have to an underground Dwarven cave city.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Behind a fence, a wide beige building has a metal tower with scaffold rising over it.

We arrived shortly before 1, with massive lines broken up by language to go down into the mine. Initially, the 1 o’clock tour was full and our small tour bus was to wait an hour to descend, but our driver was awesome and pulled some strings and the next thing you knew, we were heading down the stairs in the larger group with our guide Marta.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A cement basement with wooden carvings of buildings on its walls.

The salt mine tour begins down some steps into a house thing, and then down a wooden staircase. Thoosies, if you’ve done Silver Dollar City’s Marvel Cave Tour, it’s a lot like that. At the bottom were these reliefs of life in the salt mines.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Jarrett and Drew flash peace signs in front of a brick wall reading "THE BONO; LEVEL I; 64 METRES DEEP."

Going down! We were already a hypercoaster deep, if you put Steel Vengeance over top of us, it still wouldn't be tall enough to reach the surface. And we were just getting started!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A rope winch suspends a large stone as two dummies work levers in the mine.

Wieliczka is a sort of hybrid between the Silver Dollar City cave tour, an art exhibition, and a museum to how this mine once worked. Throughout our journey, we encountered statues carved of stone, displays illustrating the mining trade, and natural wonders.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stone statue in a cavern of a stylized man holding an arm up, clasping a sphere. Beneath it, bas relief reads "MIKOLAJ KOPERNIK"

Many statues were down here, often with political and mythological themes to them. This was famous astronomer Copernicus, who I was unaware was Polish until this very moment.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: In an underground cave-like chamber of stone, statues of two guards surround a statue prince proposing with a fistful of salt to a statue of a woman in a gown and crown.

This is the story of Saint Kinga, the Hungarian princess who is credited with discovering this place. When she married into the Polish royal family, she asked for a lump of salt as dowry (think like a trade used to "buy" the marriage into a royal family), and threw her ring into a Hungarian salt mine. But upon arriving in Poland, she ordered this spot be mined. When the first salt crystal was excavated, her engagement ring was inside! Saint Kinga is the patron saint of mining, and is credited as the matriarch of this place.


They even had this cool little show to tell the story.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Mannequins of two neolithic peoples retrieve salt water from the ground of a diorama.

Nah, cool story but it was just this. Wieliczka was Europe's first mine, and use of its salt deposits go back to neolithic times. Stonehenge isn't the only stone age icon in Europe! But in this era, the salt was mined at the surface, operating more as a saline well than a cavernous seam.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stone statue lays against a rocky ledge in a dark chamber, holding up a mockup of a torch.

Don't whistle in the Mystery Mine, for danger you will meet! These poor bastards had the important job of clearing methane pockets from the mine, by carrying flaming torches around and waiting on blue flames to burst off of it! Needless to say, this was a dangerous job.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A coarse, popcorn-like deposit of salt stuck to natural stone walls.

These natural salt deposits are what was being (and still is) mined here. People crowded around to taste the wall, which flakes off onto your finger in a sense. Due to the environment, the air down here is actually very healthy for you to breathe, there's even a spa! Drew said this was the only part of the trip his allergies didn't bother him.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: In a low light environment, a display shows several horses around wooden machinery.

This was the stable room, which is built up in a large chamber and was where the horses were kept, along with this insanely cool wooden winch.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stylized stone bust of a medieval king with a crown and beard, and wearing two Polish coats of arms as badges on his regalia.

And here is King Kazimierz III, who obviously rocks. Both because he was the only Polish king to be called "The Great," and because he is made out of rock. This man is one of many national heroes to Poland, he did a lot to stabilize Poland domestically over military campaigns, and did a lot to protect the existing and immigrating Jewish population in Krakow.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A long, winding staircase descends down a cavern into darkness.

We had quite the descent after this! This tall chamber was equipped with large wooden stair flights, which made for quite the harrowing climb down. You couldn't see the bottom, both because it weaved around a lot, and because it was too dark. Frankly, I'm not sure I want to.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: In a dark cave-like chamber, several small statues of gnomes perform various mining tasks.

As if this couldn't feel anymore like a Dwarven underground mountain city like you'd see in Dungeons and Dragons, we have gnomes! These little guys were sculpted like little hidden easter eggs on the aforementioned stair flight, all leading up to this room. Hi ho, hi ho!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A wooden nave shows a carved wooden crucifix.

A few little chapels exist down here, both for the miners to actively use and as art pieces. At the bottom of this staircase, we passed this little nave of Christ and continued along...



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A church hewn into an underground chamber of stone lined with carvings on the walls and an altar of salt and stone at the rear of the room, lit by five hanging chandeliers.

Well, a few hundred feet later, here it is! Saint Kinga's Chapel, dedicated to the princess in the story above, is a beautiful wonder of both human craftsmanship and natural occurrence. This is the spot that ends up in books, Instagram photos, it is impossible to plan a trip to Poland without seeing photos of this.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stone cavern carved with an altar featuring the Virgin Mary carved of salt in a geode-like nave, with a white chandelier of wood and crystals in the foreground.
While I thought the whole idea of Christianity was not to go someplace far underground, Saint Kinga's Chapel invokes and calls a higher power to low places. It's an entire Catholic basilica carved of the earth's solid crust, with religious art hewn right into the quarried rock left behind from salt mining. It's absolutely beautiful, and probably up there with Mont St-Michel for best cathedral in Europe.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stone altar built around a statue of the Virgin Mary carved from salt and surrounded by crystals, under a white chandelier and over a pulpit featuring an orange-lit niche holding a cross.

You can get married at this altar! They do weddings and masses here, it's a functioning cathedral in the depths beneath the earth.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stone niche holds a statue of the Virgin May and child, flanked by two candles.

They range from large to small. There are small idols like this, and large bas relief fresco things all along these walls.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stone cavern statue of an elderly man in robes, a papal hat, and holding a staff with a crucifix atop it.

Pope Jan Pawel II is the main man here in Poland, especially in these parts. Krakow's airport is named after him and you'll see him around as one of many celebrated Poles.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Jarrett stands in front of the altar of Saint Kinga's Chapel.

I could have stayed down here forever taking photos, 330 feet below the ground, but my heart almost broke when I heard "Okay, Marta's group, please reconvene," in my audio guide. Oh well, we're only halfway down roughly!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A cavernous underground chamber with an illuminated blue underground lake and a lit-up bridge in the background.

The next room casually took us across this beautiful underground lake, where they showed us a cool light show.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A whitewashed wooden structure extends its tall, angling trusses up a vertical stone chasm, with stairs heading into it.

You can't even see the top of it. This chamber was tall but needed supported, so they built a twenty story structure of whitewashed timber. Marta told us this was a very difficult support piece to design, so we can add "engineering marvel" to Wieliczka's resume, what doesn't this place have?



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Under a gabled roof of whitewashed logs, a stone statue shows an eagle wearing a crown over the number 100.

They had some smaller statues up ahead, on of which was Poland's eagle seen on their coat of arms.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A tall chamber supported by whitewashed wooden timbers has an underground lake with a tunnel out of it, and a shrine depicting a pope.

It's A Small World After All! There's also a tunnel of love apparently, they used to do little boat cruises on this underground lake.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A tall rocky chasm held up with a few timber beams rises high, with an elevator shaft off to the side.

Of course this place would have the most extra exit gift shop I've ever seen. The tallest chamber we would see on the tour route, you can exit through the gift shop or take a (paid) elevator to the top of the chamber before your ascent to the surface. I snagged my family members these little pewter mine carts that said Wieliczka on their sides filled with a pinkish rock salt. Those are shelves of trinkets and postcards at the bottom of this photo!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A set of mine cart tracks snake far back down a long, curvy tunnel.

I was honestly feeling glad we made it to the bottom with our tour party. I knew that we barely scratched the surfaces of these tunnels on this tour, and as such, getting separated from your group is a serious problem if you get lost down here with no reception. This ominous sight was on the way to the elevator.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: In a rocky chamber, statues show two men holding hammers.

This cool statue display was also kind of an easter egg you pass at the end.

"We have a more modern elevator, and an older more shaking cage elevator the miners used," Marta informed us as our group split to fend for themselves for a ride back to the sun. Drew and I got stuck in a really long line, when they randomly took a cluster of us down another corridor to an elevator. "Is this the new or old elevator?" I asked this mine employee. "It's the old one, I'm sorry," she replied. Drew and I high-fived, we wanted one last thrill out of Wieliczka! It's not quite coaster rattly, but you do feel it sway around on the bearings as you see the stone whizz by just inches from you, protected only by a thin plate of metal with holes drilled in it. Hang onto your phone, it absolutely can fall out!




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A small green space in a city with vintage architecture, surrounded by a menorah-shaped fence.

Once we were back on the ground, it was a quick back to Krakow. From here, Drew and I had decided to save Kazimierz, the Jewish quarter in Krakow, for today's dinner. While I am an atheist, back at home I play Dungeons & Dragons with a Rabbi and his wife, and these wonderful people have done so much to invite me to their holidays and teach me about a fascinating faith I am not even a part of. And their food will knock your socks off!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A stone-shaped monument with text and a Star of David on it, with offerings including many rocks and stones at the edge of a city green space. The English reads "PLACE OF MEDITATION UPON THE MARTYRDOM OF 65 THOUSAND POLISH CITIZENS OF JEWISH NATIONALITY FROM CRACOW AND ITS ENVIRONS KILLED BY THE NAZIS DURING WORLD WAR II."

To end the day that started at a place as horrible as Auschwitz not on a fun note, but an optimistic one, and celebrate the beautiful community from which evil tried to take from this city, we took the light rail to Kazimierz. One of the big values to appear as a theme in Judaism is resilience: a people that can survive anything no matter what. And this beautiful, kind, thriving community is a testament to that.




IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A building sandwiched between two smaller buildings with an archway topped by a menorah-shaped light.

Kazimierz, named for the same Kazimierz III you saw in the mine, is one of those places that's more of a vibe than a specific attraction. Yes, there's a synagogue there and a Jewish cemetery that were closed by the time we arrived for dinner, but it's just the experience of being there and eating there and being among the community that I felt most rewarding.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A restaurant has three windows looking out of doors under signs in Polish, with ads on their inside faces.

We looked around for a while for the kind of Ashkenazi food I was hoping to find, to find this place with storefronts to nowhere and ads for food that seemed very affordable. What the hell's this? We thought, looking at the random signs in Polish. We decided to step in and give it a whirl, not realizing we might have stumbled into the coolest Krakow restaurant the internet has never heard of.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A restaurant with two halves, one in a green grocery store, the other in a dingy workshop with tools hanging from the walls. A jagged column of bricks separates them at the very end.

We stepped into a dark, dreary tailor's shop, which extended through the bricks of a non-existent wall into a blue-painted furniture store. "Once Upon A Time In Kazimierz," read the menu themed as a newspaper. The restaurant concept? Four businesses separated by barriers that have melted away, Krakow's Jewish community that lived in Old Kazimierz was one, big, loving community. And this restaurant celebrates that by setting up shop in four different period businesses. We took a seat on the couch in the carpenter's shop, and cracked open the menu.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A white plate shows three squares of cracker-like crispy bread and three sauce cups of two white sauces and a red pepper paste.

Matzo was brought to us, an unleavened Jewish bread commonly eaten during Passover. We also ordered us a gefiltefish, a kosher fish product that goes great on this! The Klezmer music they play started getting really upbeat and crazy as Drew and I's alcohol started to toy with us, he shot me a smile and said "okay, this is what I came here for."



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A plate of light and dark chicken meat chunks with onions, garnished with greens and a magenta flower.

Drew got duck again, whereas I felt like going totally crazy and trying something I'd never seen before: the Jerusalem Mix. This chicken dish consists of breast chunks, livers, and hearts sauteed in a Middle Eastern spice blend. Wasn't the biggest fan of the liver texture, but I'm a certified chicken heart guy now! Also got some cabbage and beetroot to pair, and my fair share of beer and vodka.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Jarrett drinks from a small wine glass a colorless liquid at an outdoor dining area.

On the way out, we were approached by another cute Polish woman who offered us to this restaurant, Awiw (pronounced "Aviv"), so Drew and I sat down and did one more shot for the hell of it before returning to the Airbnb. I had forgotten quite what my grandma said to say when toasting in Polish, so she told us it was "na zdrowie." So with a big "za zdrowie!" (my grandma said za instead of na for some reason), we made what would've been the first bad decision of the night had we drank literally anymore, and headed back to the apartment. Zadra needs us tomorrow!



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Jarrett smiles in front of a synagogue gate with Hebrew characters over its curved arch.

During our meal, we heard some sort of racket outside, and when we turned, it was a giant procession of kids in kippahs, which looked like a bar mitzvah, running through the streets. They were clapping, cheering, partying, and just having a hell of a time celebrating as their culture celebrates. It was the most beautiful thing, and moments like this that make the exertion that is international travel worth the money, the time difference with loved ones, and the weeks in an unfamiliar environment.



IMAGE DESCRIPTION: A red steel roller coaster with a Vekoma train themed as a black checkered race car makes a tight curve.

UP NEXT: Drew and I take on the most wacked-out Rollercoaster Tycoon park I've ever seen as we head to Poland's Cedar Point: the legendary Energylandia and its massive lineup of fifteen cloned filler credits and four world-class coasters. Zadra, the big dog of the trip, gets its chance to leave the competition in splinters as I rank the last RMC coaster in Europe I need to ride to complete the set. Can we get all 19 coasters and credit after Drew's Zabka cravings make us miss the bus to the park? Stick around for a full writeup of one of the most bizarre parks I've ever seen!
 
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