In Berlin we jump on the train to Warsaw, about 570 kilometres away. The landscape reminds us often of the Netherlands, tidy pastures and everything neatly bounded by ditches or netting. Here, order reigns in the landscape and that feels familiar.
In the Polish capital the summer is in full swing, sweating and panting, we find the bus to our hostel in a 30 degrees temperature. Which appears to be situated next to the beautiful Old Town, also known by the district of Stare Miasto.
The entire city of Warsaw is on the UNESCO World Heritage List. Moreover, the suburbs consist mainly of desolate concrete eastern flats, but the centre is more than nice. Squares full of cafes and restaurants, trendy boutiques, organic shops and a handful of museums everywhere you look. It is amazing that old-fashioned and hip come together here; original experimental food stalls full of hip dishes are flanking the authentic Polish eateries with mostly heavy meat dishes on the menu. And where the streets are filled with buses of middle ages tourists during the day, the local students will party after sundown in a handful of pubs and clubs. Also notable is the price of a vodka, which costs about half the price of a cappuccino. Diversity is key.