Postcards from Poland 2: Wild in the streets

I arrived in M_________ hungry, tired and drenched. I quickly found a campsite, showered, found and ate food and was going to bed ready to explore nearby Wollinski national park in the morning.

As I was wriggling into my sleeping bag I heard giggles outside my tent. Banter ensued. Before I knew what was going on, 3 (admittedly extremely petite) Polish girls were trying to get into my tent. Now, this was partly my fault as - when they asked if it was a tent for 1 person - I told them it slept 4. However, my tent is barely big enough for me. Turning over requires effort and getting dressed in it levels of contortion I have not yet mastered.

The following is an extract from the conversation that happened once we were all out of the tent:
- Come with us
- I'm tired
- It's early
- I'm tired
- It's Saturday
- I'm tired
- Please come with us
- I'm tired
- Please
- Alright. 1 minute while I put clothes on.
...
[1 minute later]
- Where are we going?
- We drink Wodka and we dance.

And they weren't lying. We went to a shop, bought a bottle of Wodka, a carton of juice and took 14 plastics cups. Wodka is poured into 7 of the cups and juice into the remaining 7. In unison we down the Wodka and then do whatever we like with the juice. Note that they are not mixed in the same glass. Then we went into a club and danced like maniacs. My goodness, do those girls know how to let go! When a tune comes on that the girls hate, or someone is tired or thirsty the cycle begins again. So we went to a shop...

And thus began a night I'll remember for a long time (and one that probably took years off my life). From what I gather, this is a fairly typical night out with neuvo middle-class 17-years-old Polish girls. This is Poland.