Most w pobliżu Wielkiego Muru / Suspension bridge next to the Great Wall

I used the time of national holiday to have a trip to Gansu. It was just a couple of days but it felt like a preview of all the marvels that are located nearby – the mountains, the deserts, the minorities… Not this time, though. I only had time to check out the west-most bit of the Great Wall of China (Jiayuguan; the authentic Wall with some parts rebuilt for tourists; full recommendation, a lot more interesting than overcrowded Badaling; watch out for the desert wind! The taxi from the city centre to the west-most part costs 30 kuai, don’t believe the driver if he says it’s more) and Lanzhou, especially the Baitashan park (White Pagoda Park; unfortunately, the pagoda itself is now undergoing renovation and cannot be accessed) where you can get the usual way from the front or from the back, watching…

Yejku – występ na żywo w Lokalu X / live performance in Lokal X (camera by Olek Woźniak):

Yejku “Córuś ty musisz” – video by Tomasz Sztajer:

Another travellers’ meeting happened in Lokal X in Bytom, Poland on September 28 2012. The turnout was surprisingly high – thank you all for coming. This time we had the opportunity to see a fascinating presentation about Kurdistan by Wojciech Przybylski (http://blog.wojciechprzybylski.com), I showed some movies from China, and the star of the evening were the band Yejku (http://www.yejku.com) for whom I had the pleasure of making a Chinese-Polish music video.

This time no photo gallery, only videos.

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28 września w Lokalu X w Bytomiu odbyło się kolejne spotkanie podróżnicze. Frekwencja była nadspodziewanie dobra, wielkie dzięki za przybycie. Tym razem z wciągającą prezentacją o Kurdystanie wystąpił Wojciech Przybylski (http://blog.wojciechprzybylski.com), ja pokazałem parę filmików z Chin, a na deser wystąpił zespół Yejku…

One of the weirdest tourist attractions of Shanghai is beyond any doubt Building 1933. Planned and built to be a huge slaughterhouse it adopted a number of functions throughout decades. Right now the city’s authorities are hesitating whether to turn it into a cultural centre (so far it hasn’t been working out) or an “exclusive” posh shopping place. Better check this place out before they totally spoil it. It is definitely a masterpiece of expressionist art-deco British minds that designed the complex. Stairways and footbridges running in all directions (you can imagine those poor pigs trotting around), decorative façade and glass clad “conference hall” – this place is heaven on Earth for photographers. And indeed there are many of them here – mostly students of some sort of photography schools; usually ten sweating men chasing one female model. Knowing how shy Chinese men usually are I’m guessing that for some of them this is the closest they have…

Hooray for yet another monthly travel party in Lokal X! The programme was packed full with stories, emotions and memories from all kinds of places.

The show was kicked off by Mateusz Szymiczek who mainly focused on how not to spend money and still get drunk in Czech Republic, France and Spain.

Then my humble self shared a bunch of photos and videos from China, kung-fu included.

Following was Łukasz Ciupa showing some breathtaking views of Georgia.

Things got a lot more oriental when Gosia Łozicka presented her memories of Turkey, music and food included.

Magdalena Śliwka joined our meeting again and made us all want to ride through Sahara on a motorcycle…

The grand finale was the belly dance show by Gosia Łozicka – a show so hot that it made the camera melt, hence no photos available:)

I’d like to thank all the particpants for attending. Special thanks to Krzysiek Błaszczyk from Kartel Kulturalny for the videoprojector.

Unfortunately,…

Keep them interested

Alright, the travel party in Lokal X happened again! The last Friday of January saw a crowd of 40+ people invading the place in search for thrilling adventures in distant lands. This time our guides were: Natalia Wilk (Morocco, Mauretania and Mali), Wojtek Przybylski (the Alps), Tomek Król (Mongolia on horseback and hitch-hiking) and – once more – Kuba Bogaczewicz (the rest of the world:). In addition to this,  Paweł Marynowski explained to us what OpenStreetMap project is (http://www.openstreetmap.org).

Some of us managed to survive the afterparty filled with surprises:)

If you were not there then you have definitely missed something!

P.S. Big thanks to Krzysiek Błaszczyk from Kartel Kulturalny for the video projector and to the neighbour Michał for the chairs:)

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Impreza podróżna w Lokalu X odbyła się ponownie! Ostatni piątek miesiąca zgromadził ponad 40-osobową publikę, żądną wrażeń z wojaży po dalekich krajach. Tym razem w trasę zabrali nas: Natalia Wilk (Maroko, Mauretania i Mali), Wojtek Przybylski (Alpy), Tomek Król (Mongolia konno i…

The place was full

The first travel photo show at Lokal X in Bytom, Poland happened on December 30th 2011. Magdalena Śliwka came around to share her travel experience (Georgia, Middle East, Asia…)  with Silesian Couchsurfers and other people obsessed with traveling (for more of Magdalena’s travel experience check out her blog: http://www.mac-traveller.blogspot.com/ ).  I also did my bit of a presentation:) Joining us was Kuba Bogaczewicz from Zabrze who took us on a journey around the world on the deck of a cruise ship.

Thanks to all the attendees for being there and I hope to see you around during next meeting(s). Thanks to Kuba for sharing his stories. Big thanks to Magdalena for making me live through that journey again and making me discover how many interesting things I missed:)

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30 grudnia 2011 w Lokalu X w Bytomiu odbył się pierwszy pokaz zdjęć podróżniczych. Zaproszenie do udziału przyjęła Magdalena Śliwka, która podzieliła się swoimi wrażeniami z zeszłorocznej wyprawy (m.in. Gruzja, Bliski…

A bus to the outskirts of Delhi, then a minibus with two European sadhu-clowns inside, with their forehead painted and Quechua sleeping backs in their hands… A short quarrel at the entrance to the airport building (I didn’t care to print out the ticket reservation, and it seems to be a problem here; furthermore, my final destination is London… – “On what grounds are you allowed into UK? Do you have the right visa?” – “European Union state citizens don’t need visas to enter UK, and Poland is a member state of EU” – “Please wait, we will check on that…”) and I’m on my way home.

I run through those thousands of kilometres again in my mind… Eight and a half months on the road, so many places, so many people met, so many experiences, so many images I can see before my eyes… There I climbed a glacier wearing sandals, there I bathed in a…

 

Before I get on the train to Agra, on the platform I meet lots of friendly people whom I educate a little about Poland and Europe, and who in exchange teach me something about India and (finally! I’m so ashamed…) some words in hindi.

On the train I meet a delightfully nice family who invite me to their place; unfortunately I have to refuse – I hate booking tickets in advance! The youngest fellow, Krishna, wants to join me in my trip back to Poland, where he is planning to eat chocolate all the time. I promise to meet the guys during the wedding of one of twenty year old brothers – he doesn’t know yet whom he would marry, but the date is already fixed…

I arrive in Agra in the middle of the night and begin my walk towards the most obligatory Indian tourist attraction, Taj Mahal that is. Taxi drivers can’t stop to…

My piece of junk reaches Margao only 4 hours late (on the way the coach staff try to get some extra money from me – luggage handling fee and … handling fee). From hear I head for Palolem beach, recommended by Jankiel, who is already there, waiting. Before I get on the right local bus, I go to the railway station in order to book a ticket to Agra. I’m only 131st on the waiting list. OK, there goes the berth…

And the Palolem beach itself… Well, if you looking for solitude, peace and quiet then you might be disappointed… But on the other hand, the parties that go on here are relatively quiet and not so frequent. And the beach, built up with colourful coco-houses (I lodge in one of them – 200 rupees for a room with a bathroom, just a little dirty) has its special charm…

Jankiel tries to convince me to be the only…

The train from Chennai to Mumbai (25 hours) is cramped but I’m lucky to have my berth for myself. Inside and outside mountains of rubbish are growing – the Hindus never use dustbins. The floor inside the train becomes filled with colours and nobody of the train staff ever cares to clean this mess up. This is sometimes done by “private enterprises” – unbelievably dirty boys who, on their knees, wipe the floor with a dirty rug and then stretch out their palm, waiting for some coins… There are so many beggars crossing the train, they get on at every station and walk all coaches in an endless procession. The old lady has hardly finished moaning about her misery when the singing blind boy walks in; the skinny bearded grandpa is still waving his palmless arm in my face when the legless guy limps holding onto his cane… And others are queuing – gypsies hitting the drums, a…