We have two goals for my final day in Poland:
1. Visit Memento Park to see statues from communist Budapest.
2. Pilgrimage to the statue of a man punching a hydra.
We get up early, ten litres of beer from the night before still sloshing around in our bodies. Matt has damaged his toe by stubbing it on a rock. He has also chafed his balls from walking too far without underpants. Rule six: pants. Continue reading