Mom, I have chocolate in my eye

Welcome to the weird and wonderful world of Warsaw! Back in November, Christine and I decided we were sick of Oslo, the cold winter, expensive drinks and boring people. So, what do you do? You get a cheap flight to a country you haven't been to before, book yourself into the fanciest hotel I've ever stayed at, buy beer by the litre and get a spa treatment consisting of chocolate. And that is after you've had chocolate waffles and hot chili hot chocolat for lunch. It was an undescribebly good feeling being covered in chocolate sauce and wrapped in plastic foil like a piece of Kong Haakon konfekt, and the scent of chocolate stayed in your skin for hours afterwards. But enough of the sweet talking. Warsaw was a lot more than cookies and cream.

First of all the sun was shining. That was good, because both Christine and me had been missing it, so naturally, two happy chaps when it decided to come and see us.


Second of all, Warsaw was the home to one of the biggest crimes towards humanity during the Second World War. Hundreds of thousands of Jews were gathered in a ghetto on the west bank of the river, and when the Germans got sick of them, either killed or sent to the concentration camps. It was very special following the footsteps of the heroes of the ghetto who had uprised against the authorioties, yet the only thing left to remember them was an engraved stone in a suburbian neighboorhood. Very sad, but people must not forget.

Peace out.