Nightlife in Kraków:
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After being diagnosed with a bad case of Johnny F disease on the Saturday night, Myself and Clare retired early and were back at the hotel by 1.00am. Rightly so, the lads were going to make the most of the first night and went on a beer fuelled frenzy round Krakow’s underground bars. So much so they have trouble recalling every establishment they visited! They did remember being told to "go home" by the Polish riot police! They took heed of the advice and far another bar, before finally rolling in at 4.00am. Full of beans the next morning, it took me several attempts at knocking the door before finally awaking one of them At which point I wished i hadn’t. I was greeted by mumbled cursing, a bad smell and a bare arse. Say no more. Myself and Clare beat a hasty retreat and headed into town. The remaining nights were a lot more subdued with the highlight being Tony, sing "I wish I could fly" at a Polish Karaoke. I lye, it was "charmless man", but it would have been funny. Went down with the locals well enough though!