I thought back then I'd have even more photos, because the rest of the trip participants would give me theirs. They turned out to be hopelessly lazy (or dumb) and not a single one out of 11! uploaded their photos, even though it was extremely simple to do. For that, I'll post them all on the Intarnet with offensive captions, so everybody can stare at 'em and smirk.
There was a bunch of legends attached to the photos, but I'll only remember a few.
At first I was still taking pictures of the hotels we stayed at, but then I got sick of it. The first one was in Poland.
Inside, Hotel Kosmowski is done in a massive-oak style
Here I am being haunted by artificial intelligence. The TV froze in one spot with some text in Russian and was showing weird geometric shapes.
There's a guarantee stuck to the toilet claiming it was thoroughly scrubbed. Nevertheless, I found a disposable paper toilet seat cover in the cabinet, which I expropriated, guided by iron logic: their toilet is already shining, and I might encounter less cultured water closets on my way. This, by the way, was the only thing I took from the capitalists on my journey.
I have no idea what conditioner and lotion are, so I wouldn't have been able to wash up if I hadn't prudently brought soap from home.
Judging by the little trees, the hotel is new. I'd be hard-pressed to tell you what this decorative conifer is called. Could be a cypress or a pine. My aunt would tell you in a microsecond, but she's in Liepāja. For breakfast at the hotel, they fed and watered us till we burst, the food was averagely tasty, which means better than a regular cafe.
The next day we headed to our first amusement. Namely, the highly famous Sanssouci palace, meaning "Without cares", which is often called the German Versailles. Attached to the palace is a whopping great park, which could be better described as a forest that stood at attention on the orders of militaristic Germans.
"Oh come on, as if I haven't seen palm trees before." But her legs are long, and she wasn't the only one like that!
The palace was the summer residence of King Frederick the Great, and for his own beloved self, Fedya did not skimp. He also dictatorially imposed his taste on the architect, and when the guy told Fyodor to go to hell, he fired the Prussian to the devil and hired a guest worker from Denmark. The result is obvious - Fedot's favorite toy was added to the UNESCO World Heritage list, and tourists started flocking in droves: two million a year.
When we went inside, we were issued giant slippers. You can't really see it here, but they are worn over regular shoes so as not to wear down the marble floor. The stern security lady, however, walked around in shoes. I didn't take photos inside the palace: it's forbidden. Its nine halls look curious enough, although not particularly diverse.
The whole trip I was trying to figure out the traits of which ethnicities were reflected in the face of this little imp. I should have asked, that's what I think, especially since I was chatting with her and her mom the whole way.
Wow, the bushes sure have overgrown, huh!
The "Chinese House", a cross between Rococo and Oriental elements.
This is probably another palace from the complex, but I won't be able to figure out its name anymore.
No, the dude on the windmill doesn't have a bare ass, you're just seeing things.
Viva La Ecology!
But really, it's unclear why one would take pictures of famous places, if you can just do this and why talk about them, if you can just do this.