Hampered by long, arduous road constructions that resulted in one-lane backlogs and traffic jams, the drive to Warsaw was unpleasantly long and tiring. It was not fun sitting in traffic with a full bladder; somehow, I made it in one piece to the next restroom stop. There were many trucks driving into/through/out of Poland -- the country has got to do something about its land infrastructure (like build freeways) to facilitate the transportation of goods into/out of the country since it is obvious that Poland has transformed herself into one of the outsourced-to countries of modern Europe. Poznan was a nice rest stop en-route to Warsaw -- my money went a long way there, and in Poland in general. We were fortunate again to be assisted by friendly people everywhere we went. Thank God for them and for being with us on this journey.
Warszawa is Europe's 8th largest city according to Wikipedia (2007). Since most of the city was rebuilt after Hitler razed the old city to the grounds in WW2, it was nice to see a few rare pre-WW2 buildings that have been carefully preserved. I'm not a linguist but it sounded like most locals there spoke some Russian in addition to Polish. Food-wise, they were simple fare. The Poles seemed to love their sweets. At a free rock concert and along shop-lined streets, I saw many restless youngsters hanging out with their peers - not unlike many youngsters in most parts of the world.
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