The strangest things in Poland

Lol.......very funny hehehe !


No donkeys then ? hehehehe !

Also Norwegians, Slovakians, and Scottish, I met more Norwegians and Scots than Polish:):) but they were all sound people.. even got invited to Norway for a free hols:):):)

Oh yeah, oliver has just shown me a classic Polish mistake, a free hols. They use 'a' to mean many and not just one.

at last I can speak Poish:)

Poish? How about Polish? Sorry, just looking to wind ya up

Show's you aint Polish then because they don't wind people up ! Far too serious for that lol !

Every time I post you see a picture not of me, but of a Poliah countrepart of mine who lives in Krakow. (We donkeys are all closely related).

Yeah, right!! They are a serious bunch at times. Horribly pedantic too

This was really strange thing to see from my window in Krakow, sorry pf wouldn't put pics on... or maybe I need to resize em???

Ah Ha ! Misrepresentation then ? Shucks, to think I fell in love with your Poliah countrepart.........but if he is in Krakow then that's ok as he has to be Polish then....


I see.......so it's a bit incestuous then is it hahaha !

What do you get if you cross two donkeys then ?

Yep, can't figure out why they dont just hand it to you.

Something else that bugs me is when you go for a drink in some of the pretentious, wannabe bars....

Go to the Bar - get asked to have a seat, the waitress will come to you, the waitress comes and takes your order, you wait 5 mins for drink, you go to pay, she comes back 5 mins later with a receipt, you wait 5 mins for her to come back to give her the money, you give her the money, she comes back with the change.

If you are out for a session you have to go to the fleapit round the corner where you know you will get served ten times quicker, at the bar - and the drinks are half the price !

hsit pleese me not wanna be donkey ani moore

what do you get if you cross two donkeys?? A bloody mess:):)

I always wanted to know one thing about donkeys but was always fat too polite to ask a Donkey <whenever I saw one that is> Cos it's a kinda personal thing to ask a Donkey. Quite intimate too. But I bed Osiol doesn't mind me asking him a really personal question, if I whisper it to him on this forum.

A lifetimes ambition will be achieved if I can ask this question and have it answered by a donkey ! Hee Haw :-)

That should say 'bet' not bed. Eeks......subconscious typo `I expect.......hahaha !

It depends how long you've known PF. I used to use a picture of the real me.


If you can choose not ot be a donkey, you must never have been a donkey.

Ask away.. if he don't answer I will even though I am only a filmstar donkey..:):)

... shouold have been fur too polite.

Nope ! Wrong answer. Try again. A prize awaits for the right answer hee haw !


ok. ok shud read 'far' not 'fat'.....so sue me I can't type lol

what's the Prize:):):) is the answer a kick in tyhe bo***cks?

`yeah `BUT you have to be a propa donkey to answer it........filmstar donkeys are just actors lol haha !


Very special prize it is too. Maybe you would like to guess what it is ?

I could even give you a prize for guessing what the prize is <if you get my drift >

Question:
What is the strangest thing in Poland?

Answer:
This entire thread if you can believe it really was a walking, talking, eating, drinking donkey.
Not in Poland now, so it must actually be a different answer.

siht I think I got it right as well.. oh well back to shreck for me..:) what's the prize I won I want my prize, Donkey will you shut up?/ butt I won I want my prize:):)

I knew PF before you did but only just........work it out cos you are clever an all LOL.

I know already.

Yeah, I thought you might. I left a few clues here and there lol.........cos I knew you was clever and wud work it out.....

I need my bed <not a typo now> so 'Goodnight All' I'll ask the question tomorrow.

More will be revealed tomorrow.............:-)

I knew that the prize would be an inflatable donkey.
I'm sure I'm not the only one looking forward to tomorrow.
The last page or so on this thread is looking forward to the random chat bin.

That's not the prize ! And I'm the only one that knows what the prize is because you see, I don't believe in the carrot and donkey stories........I believe in telling you what the prize is when you win...........so to get a donkey to do something I don't wave carrots first.

If all else fails though, I may dangle summat not sure what yet .....

I am coming back tomorrow:):):) butt goodnight all..

Pollocks are just like they are in their jokes.

Some anecdotes about the naive American in Poland: I used to interpret for a lady from Texas, she was a certified accountant with a university degree, so no laughing matter intellectually.

1) One day, she told me she was surprised because there were no potatoes in Poland. Is there a potato famine, she asked. I thought Poland lived on potatoes, but I can't seem to be able buy any, she added.

I must admit this really sounded outlandish to me. We were in a small town surrounded by villages, and potatoes were everywhere. I took a walk and made note of all the fruit and veg stalls, overflowing with the stuff. I then asked her to come out and pointed out this starchy abundance. She was genuinely shocked. She had looked for potatoes ONLY in the local small supermarket, which did not bother to stock most vegetables because you could buy them fresh on every street corner. And blinded by her assumption that you bought stuff in supermarkets, she somehow subconsciously chose not to see what the reality was.

2) I was accusingly confronted by her one day: your stupid Polish washing machine has totally ruined my laundry!
The facts of the case were:
- she had put in white and black stuff at the same time
- then turned on the 90 degree Cent. cycle
- the washing machine was actually Italian (which doesn't mean anything, but was fun to point out to her) ;-)
I know she was intelligent, or smart at least. She did know that Poland uses the metric system. How could she have possibly assumed the 90 degrees were meant to be in Fahrenheit? And most interesting of all, why was all this perceived to be my fault - or Poland's?

3) Sour cream was another ongoing problem, she couldn't find it anywhere, but when told to buy fresh cream and keep it in the fridge for a day or two, she recoiled in horror because it would be "spoilt". Whereas as far as I know, sour cream is just that, it is "soured cream". You cannot scoop sour cream fresh from a jug of newly collected milk. The poor soul rather went without.

Every day was a source of new, unexpected culture shocks of this caliber. I tend not to sympathize with people who get so upset over such minor and frankly stupid issues. I have lived in several different countries myself, and while adjusting is not always easy from day one, it is really rude to assume that if anything goes wrong, it is "their" fault.

I find it strange that in the US, Macaroni Cheese comes in packet, dried pasta with dried sauce. People I spoke to didn't seem to realise that you could make it with pasta and pour a cheese sauce over it. Another odd thing was the poor quality and choice of food in American supermarkets. A limited selection of cheeses, tinned Tuna only in brine (I guess its only eaten as a diet food therefore it has to taste ****).

In the US, quality is all about quantity, not taste. So when you buy prawns they have been chemically injected with water to make them bigger, fluffier and less tasty. Meat is injected with hormones and anti-biotics, fresh tuna is chemically treated to keep its pink colour when its spoilt.

The list goes on (the GMO experiment on unknowing, human subjects), when I stay in the US, Organic is the only food safe to eat.