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in Rybnik, Poland

made it to poland. so far it's a tad hectic trying to learn the new teaching method after getting used to teaching uni. The method I am learning is called Callan. Not sure what I think about it yet.

I don't have internet access yet. Gotta use internet cafes. But I will move this weekend to a bigger flat and hopefully get some internet in the comiing weeks.

In other news, the dating is fab here.

I will post some fab pics over at Wonderland (click link to the right) in the next few weeks. Check the "Poland section" soon.


JWG said…
You gotta miss the sam gyup sal. how is the grub there? how bout drinks? how late do places stay open on tuesday night?
postpran said…
some places stay open till 4 AM. But yes, I do indeed miss the Sam gyup sal. But the dating is amazing. I am a little sticky though. Miss u man!
JWG said…
I am so there on a near vacation. Spring time...yes?
postpran said…
good. We should do a joint reading in Krakow in the spring time :-)

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