I simply must object!! (Wroclaw, Poland)

Somehow or another I've spent two weeks here in Poland! Sally and I had split from Alison when we went to Cesky Krumlov as Ali had been there before. We left on a train from Prague heading to Wroclaw (pronounced Vrots-Whaf or nobody understands...)in Poland, set to arrive at 1:00 am. As usual, our travel plans went off with the usual issues. Once en-route, the conductor told us we had only purchased 1 ticket. Great. So the lady at the window who, granted didn't speak English, couldn't understand two fingers being held up as well as the fact that we were both standing there with enormous packs on? Anyway, with the very generous donation of 20 Krowns from a young lady sitting across from us, we managed to scrounge just enough money for me to buy a ticket to the border. From there he told us, we'd have to purchase another to Wroclaw from the Polish conductor. Problem was, we could only pay in zloty. I didn't have any. At the border I hopped off the train in a mad search for a bank machine, with no luck. I was able to ask a fellow passenger (Eva) to change some euros (they wouldn't do it at the desk) for me, so she bought my ticket for me. I had offered her euros on the zloty, which was a hell of an exchange, but she insisted on giving me the right exchange, even getting her suitcase out to find the right amount. Eva and the Czech girl were a refreshing change from all the unhelpful, downright dismisive counter agents we've encountered.
Wroclaw was very interesting. A good majority of it had been destroyed in the war but has been painstakingly re-built. We got to see the largest 360 degree painting in the world painted in the 1800's depicting the battle between Poland and Russia. It was very well done, with special lighting to bring it to life. We viewed it from an island in the middle of the room meant to mimic a hill in the middle of the battle. Real objects extended from our "hill" and into the painting bringing it to life even further. The English commentary helped show how determined a people the Poles are despite (or perhaps because of) all their tragic history of occupation, genocide, and communism.
The Rynek (square) in Wroclaw is huge. The largest in all of Europe if I remember correctly. It's really wild. So many things to see, street performers, little stalls and ice cream vendors. And there are great patio bars everywhere, which is great because it was smokin' hot out while we were there.
Sylwester and Kamille were two great people we met on a patio one day while putting back some Lech beer. We ended up spending the entire day eating drinking and talking with them. It was nice to get a real perspective of Poland from the locals. Thanks to Poland's inclusion to the EU, Sly works in a factory in England where he's happy to make minimum wage. This may not impress most of us, but for him, it lets him, in his words; eat, drink, smoke, send money home, and enjoy life. Kamille who has a good paying job for Poland, makes around $2 an hour.
Sly was comparing our accents to the English accents and making fun of them a little. He said most of the women are ugly because they have money and they eat too much. Then he said "Polish girls are beautiful (they are) because they're poor and can't afford too eat a lot!" <disclaimer - see comments> While picking on the poor Brits, Sally piped in with "May I have a spot of tea please?" which sparked a response from the British couple sitting behind us unbeknownst to us. "I simply must object!" It was hilarious. I couldn't even talk to them I was laughing so hard. Not to mention they were both fat and ugly, had a lot more money than any of us and basically stereotypically fit everything Sly was saying to a "t". They took it all in good fun though. None of us were being malicious, just having fun...
Shortly thereafter, despite the hot sun, a harsh southern wind carrying sand came up. Parasols started blowing away, and then some big ugly clouds showed up and started drenching us. We started running around clearing tables, folding umbrellas and basically getting drenched. It was awesome. Total freak storm and Sly yelling the whole time "This isn't normal!!!". We ended up taking shelter downstairs in the pub where the power had gone out so we drank a bunch of beers by candle light. Sweet. The power came back on eventually so we went for dinner, some more beers then called it a night. We left Wroclaw the next day for Warsaw where Sally had her flight home booked.