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Radom - Laurie Bonne

  • poniedziałek, 27 czerwca 2011
    • The lost pride of Radom

      “Small things make base men proud” - William Shakespeare

      Throughout these last seven days I have come across a completely different world from the ones that I have known and somehow, I found myself caught halfway through both, in a perfect mix of the two unique lifestyles I have had in 21 years.

      Radom has the cheap, rich food and very relaxed atmosphere with beautiful views which appeals to tourists  who just want to relax and discover something new to Mauritius.  It has the sporty and socialising aspects of London where people like to go to cafes to enjoy a nice pint while talking to friends or go for a ride by bicycle.

      I was quite daunted by the fact that people did not really come up to me to talk to me.  I knew that they recognised me and even smiled at me but very few engaged in conversations with me.   At first, I thought that it may be because there barely are mixed-race people in Radom, even less foreigners.

      However, reality struck me when I talked to Kataryna Lewandowska.  Born and raised in Radom she has travelled a lot, spent some time in Great Britain and works with foreigners every day.  She made me realise one thing: people did not come up to talk to me because they were scared.  

      Not of how I look or the fact that I was a reporter on mission there.  It was simply because they have been mocked before by English-speaking people when making some very remote mistakes whether in their pronunciation or got their words mixed up.  Isn’t this understandable?

      The places I have seen have really charmed me but also gave me a bitter taste in the mouth. Radom is still being punished- consciously or not- for their revolt in the seventies which brought shame to the city.

      After the violence, the government decided to sanction the city by omitting it from plans and funding schemes for development while other cities received money to build universities and improve their general infrastructure.  Consquently, this shame has gradually transformed into hate towards themselves and the Radomians seem to not see what a beautiful city they live in and how much they have to offer..  

      What makes the city unique is its tragedy.  The infrastructure in the Old Radom has suffered from negligence and the ravages of time.  There is no funding to refurbish the big houses around the market place which, moreover, cannot be inhabited because they are so run down that they should collapse any time soon.  This is the case for the all the buildings which served as ghettos for Jews during the war.  

      The government focus is reportedly on investing in the big cities- already really well developed so that with time their face-lift will spread to the areas foregone.  Nonetheless, Radom is situated between Warsaw and Krakow and I am convinced that investing a little in that city and exploiting its touristic potential would be an asset while trying to attract road-trip fans.

      Walking around Zeromskiego street and the old town is a pleasure for the eyes,  The peculiarity resides in how different everything looks- there were so many old, dirty and run down buildings next to freshly painted and well-maintained ones and it has been so for a long time now.   It is the ideal place to see stunning neo-gothic and modern churches as well as walk around a town which has such a rich history dating from 1155, through  to the reign of Saint Kasimir until the visit of the late pope John Paul II in 1991.

      Food-wise, I cannot complain.  The variety of tastes, colours and textures was amazing.  From Pierogis to Zapiekanka, Zucchini soup and salads, I have not been disappointed.  I always got really big portions- even for starters- and tasty combination of tastes which I would have never thought of before, especially with salty dishes which included strawberries or figs at Pivovaria.

      For someone addicted to soup, I’m not a big fan of Borscht but I have loved every single sip of the Zucchini soup at Teatralna restaurant. The cake Radomianska, meaning Lady of Radom, is absolutely delicious with its layers of chocolate sponge and whipped cream heart.  It defines Radom well.  Random-looking at first, a crisp outer part but light and deliciously smooth in the inside.

      Life in Radom is quite a laid-back one.  When I asked the people there why do they live here, their answers were all identical:  We love the calm and green of Radom and there is everything one would want to have in life in a small town- clubs, pubs with great brewed beer, cheap food and lots of space for children to have fun.  The teenagers I talked to all want to travel further away to study but all of them wished to move back to Radom afterwards for the quiet life and to be close to their family.

      The outstanding feature of this city was how active its inhabitants are.  I have seen so many people biking in group, jogging, roller blading, going to the gym and the pool.  Also, there are lots of other activities affiliated to sports.  The Galeria has a fantastic gym with very modern equipments and trampolines to have fun with at the back.  Zalef Borki is a lake where you can not only fish and feed the ducks but have a swim, rent a Kayak, play beach volley and climb in trees and walk on ropes.  I insist: really focus on what the monitor tells you to do while in the air, unless you want to have a big bruise on your arse like me.

      If you want to go clubbing I definitely recommend the night club Archivum.  It is walking distance from the train station and I was utterly bewildered by how big the place is.  It has an outdoors seating space lit with serpentine lights on the white walls covered in leaves, with a circular bar in the middle under a straw roof and the dance floor is right next to it.  For the ones who want a more intimate place to hang, there is the downstairs lounge with a friendly bar staff and another dance floor.  I have had really great fun there with decent clubbing music and an atmosphere to rival London bars.

      I have had the chance to discover the history of Radom with some Radomians and with a curator at the Town Hall who owns a volunteering association which acts to preserve the history of the city.  There, I have seen miniature replicas of the city, dug up treasures such as coins and a closed bottle of wine from centuries ago and other pieces from the past under the guidance of the curator and a woman who translated everything to English for me.

      The invitation from the local orchestra was a real honour.  The 15 musicians led by a world-class maestro are the paradigm of excellence in music.  They played tunes written by a Radomian musical genius, in preparation for the visit of the President of Poland this week-end, which enchanted and moved me deeply. They perform for the public regularly and was I to be in Radom further, this is definitely something I would not miss. I must admit though, that my attempts to try and play the Cello where disastrous and may have brought about the clouds in the sky which was previously silky blue.

      As far as I am concerned, I have not suffered from racism in Radom.  The people I met were actually curious about the story behind my skin colour and my clothing style.  It was only in Warsaw that I got one racist comment from some children in the streets in Praga.   It was different in Radom.  Sure I did not really understand what was being said while I was walking in the street because I do not understand Polish but I have never felt looked down at because of my differences.

      I have learnt a lot about Radom but it has taught me even more.  This is a place to be if youwant to be in contact with proper Polish traditions, cheap food and living.  Radom is for those of you who are tired of big hectic cities and want to have a cultural break somewhere quiet but still want to have access to big city things such as High Street brands and high class gyms.  Furthermore, it's remoteness and calm would without a doubt be a great place to host teams during the Euro2012, a great place for the participants to relax not too far away from all the enthralling atmosphere around the stadiums

      It is such a shame that not more is done to lift up the face of the bowing buildings of Radom and that tourism is non-existant there and speaking English is not really common but it is such a compelling place to be.

      Radom is not Warsaw.  Radom is not Krakow.  Radom is Radom. It deserves to be exposed to the world for it’s tamed beauty and smoothness.

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  • piątek, 24 czerwca 2011
    • Club, pub lake, ropes and the little houses in the country- not so random in Radom

      The week before taking the plane to Poland....

      Laurie: ”I've been assigned to Radom, do you know it? What do you recommend?”

      Almost everyone else: ”Oh my god WHY??? Don't go there, it's horrible, it's ugly, it's small and boring.  Go to Krakow or Warsaw seriously”

      While in Radom...

      Almost everyone: ”Why did you choose Radom of all places and not Krakow or Warsaw?”

      Laurie: ”Well, I got Radom in the ballot in London, but it's really fin..”

      Almost everyone: ”Oh my God I hope you are not too bored here”

      On the eve of leaving Radom...

       Do you reckon people wanted me to see Radom? The people here seem not to want people to come here and see their cute and cosy city.  I always got mixed reactions and whenever I would say that this is the first Polish city I have ever explored.  Paradoxically, most Radomians choose to leave for studies but always come back because they deem it a great calm city where they get everything they want in one comfortable and relatively small town.

      Honestly, I have been charmed by Radom and believe me, I am one to love big busy cities buzzing with people and pollution.  There are very few places I would not recommend to first-timers in Radom.  Not because they are horrible places but only because they do not represent the spirit of the city.  They are merely run down by weather and time.

      The Jagiellonian Square and the Coach Station next to the railway station.  These are quite dirty areas which have not been developed or simply been taken care of for a long long while.  I would also recommend not to wander around Prazmowskiego street a lot.  It is not a very nice place to be and so do Radomians think.

      This is about it.  I would definitely recommend Radom as a whole to visit.  Honestly, this city has so much to offer that it is the biggest thing they should be ashamed of: not sharing their rich history and their beautiful architecture.

      I would say that the first stop should be Zeromskiego street.  It is a pedestrian road with lots of pubs, restaurants, cafes and some green spaces (it borders a park).  The ideal place to have a stroll and enjoy some ice cream or a good crisp Polish beer in the warmth of the summer sun.  It really makes me think of a small pub town because every cafe is so close to the other and the absence of traffic around makes it the ideal place to chill.

      Then I would recommend a walk through the old town at the end of the street to see the Bernadine church and the completely run down district where the ghettos were, with the gallery of modern art an the Muzeum.

      Next, Zalef Borky- for a dip in the lake or some beach volley while the kids can go climb on ropes in the trees supervised by a monitor.  Adults can also try out walking on the ropes of course, the fun is not just for kids. If you don't fancy swimming with the ducks then turn around and go to the Aquacentre behind the Galeria Sloneczna to slalom into the huge pool or have a good Zumba et al work out.

      Afterwards, have a drive to the Country Museum of Radom for that little house in the prairie experience to see how the Radomians lived centuries ago, with the rustic wood and straw houses, the geese and the fresh open air.

      On the way back, it is a must to go to the fresh fish restaurant, Zloty Karp (the golden carp) on the border of a lake.  Your lunch will be fished in front of you and cooked in a record time served with fresh vegetables (or other side dishes) and very very cheap wines.  All to enjoy sitting on the border of the lake under the big umbrellas or inside.

      To complete the cultural experience, get closer to the town's talents at the Musical school  where little prodigys will enchant you with their musical talents.

      Last but not least, whether you are catholic and religious or not, have a gander in the Cathedral of the Holy Virgin Mary.  This place has bewitched me with its beautiful contrasts of beige gold and brown with stunning statues and breathtaking shapes.

      My advise: Radom is a must to see.  Only for a couple of days will suffice.  Especially if you are going from Warsaw to Krakow or the other way. 

      At least then, people will not look at you weirdly and recommend you these two towns instead.

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  • czwartek, 23 czerwca 2011
    • When a spiritual tide shuts down the pub street

      The Corpus Cristi was greeted by the schorching sun and singing birds in Radom.  Hurrying out of the hotel I found myself in a ghost town.  Barely three people were walking around the train and bus stations which were quite busy since Monday.

      It was only when I got closer to the Fara church in the old town that I saw more and more people walking in the same direction.  I have to admit, I was really proud of myself for having found my way there without any maps or asking for direction and it reassured me to see people swarming in that direction.

      As I packed my iPod I was engulfed in the most stunning of silences.  There were people eveywhere in Zeromskiego street, several thousands of them standing on the pavement.  I felt really under-dressed compared to the crowd dressed in their Sunday clothes and fancy shoes but it did not matter.

      There was a palpable spirituality in the air.  Radomians were very deep in their prayers and focused on the prayers said by the Bishop who lead the event. The older generation was dominant in the audience.  Parents were with their very young or teenage children holding umbrellas under the summer sun.

      Every parish in Radom was represented by their members who carried flags with their emblems and saints.  Some children dressed in traditional clothes followed with pillows embroidered with what they are thankful for and want to entrust in God's love.

      Then three lines of little girls dressed in the white dresses they wore for their first communion scattered flowers on the ground before the Corpus Cristi.  The bright sun made the white of their dresses so bright and the flowers on their heads really made me think of little smiling angels amongst miniature Radomians wearing traditional clothes.

      From disabled old people to young lively toddlers, they all walked behind or next to the Eurcharisty under my stunned eyes. Most intriguingly, seven women were carrying the biggest wooden rosary I have ever seen in my life.

      The crowd moved from the Fara church in the old town and then went through the Holy Trinity Church, the St Bernadine Church- where monks live- the Soldier's Church to finish at the Cathedral of the Holy Virgin Mary where the ceremony ended.

      It was like a moving church crossing through the centre of Radom as the mass went on.  The pub street was completely closed and the traffic around the churches were non-existant without having the aide from the police. 

      Most people were singing the psalms and songs in unison with the choir and the bishop.  The thing that touched me to the core was the commitment of Radomians to their prayers.  The crowd kneeled down everytime the Eucharisty passed by them or when it was required in the ceremony.  Whether it was kneeling on the rock pavement or the smoother square in front of the church, there was no hesitation to kneel down in humility to pray.

      Also, the crowd never dwindled.  I climbed up the small tower made of a rusty scaffold and wooden boards to have a better look at the crowd, I may have had rust and dust all over me but I was too amazed by the sea of Radom people constantly entering the yard of the Cathedral.  If anything, it looked like the crowd was getting denser and denser.  

      After the conclusion at the Cathedral of the Holy Virgin Mary, families went back home to enjoy a nice meal in the intimacy of their homes while some children were given some hard seeded brioches which they put around their necks for fun while eating and it was not for another few hours that Radom would look alive again.

      However, there were even less people around Zeromskiego street as the sun drove them to have a dip in the lake at Zalef Borky or drive out of the city for the long weekend.

      In London seas of people flood the streets of London to get a glimpse of stars.  In Radom, the star is God.


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      czwartek, 23 czerwca 2011 23:07
  • środa, 22 czerwca 2011
    • Advise from Radom to London: capture a hundred years in a ball

      So far, I have found the Radomians very laid back and quite chilled people who enjoy walking around with their dogs and grabbing a coffee or a beer with some friends out on Zeromskiego street (the ”pub” street). 

      Furthermore, they are not really the type of person who will come over and address you straightaway- apart from two groups of guys who did so, but in Polish unfortunately.  All in all, Radomians are very secretive to me.

      However, I was far from knowing that they held one of the most outstanding traditions I have ever heard of.  At the top of the two towers of the Cathedral of the Holy Virgin Mary in the centre of Radom are two big black balls which look like they are just part of the architecture.  Nonetheless, one of these metallic shapes is safely guarding a secret.  A secret that has bewildered me.

      Every 100 years, the ball is being removed from the tower and opened.  Inside are newspapers and documents -chosen by the priest in charge of the cathedral- from the day on which the capsule was last opened.

      This tradition emerged after the cathedral was built between 1899 and 1908 and the architects put the blueprints of the cathedral in one of these balls.  When the building was renovated and the crowns refurbished, the cleaners were astounded to find old documents in the sphere to  coins and a newspaper from the day the cathedral was built, preserved in there, like a message from the past.

      Since then, it is a tradition that every 100 years, the capsule is opened so the people of Radom can know how life and how it has changed in a century.   A newspaper  and other documents are then put in there with a signed paper which also indicates the date.

      I have heard of this process only in movies and books where time capsules are buried by children or by states before a war and/or alien invasion but the city of Radom has definitely earned brownie points and I would defintely recommend the archbishop of Canterbury or our dear Mayor Boris Johnson to consider these plans and start capturing the time in London.

      I mean if small Radom can do so on their Cathedral, why couldn't we entrust Westminster Abbey or Big Ben with our time?

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      środa, 22 czerwca 2011 15:49
    • I went to school on the last day of school

      I may have been the only student in Radom not happy about waking up really early this morning. My dear Kuba took time off her day off from work to accompany me to the Gymnasium school, in other words secondary school to meet with four young students who invited me to attend their presentation on foreigners in Radom and the issues surrounding them.

      The school was old-fashioned with a dominance of baby blue colour around the corridors reminding me of my primary Covent school.  Pupils were buzzing around wearing white and black clothes to honour their last day and getting their report books.

      In the smallest classroom met my conference panel which consisted of four 15-year-old students. The room had been tidied up in view of the summer holidays, but the walls bore some posters showing the countries of the European Union, project-like posters and maquettes with places of interest in the UK and America and peculiarly- a poster showing the difference between American and British English words.

      The four teenagers confidently presented their subject and explored the various parts of it with what looked like a very well-researched piece of work.  As they spoke about the issues, I kept thinking to myself ”These kids look very smart and confident, I wish I could understand what they were saying” 

      The big idea was: it's really hard to find foreigners and Radom and the people here really hesitate to try and speak different languages to tourists according to my conference leaders. 

      After question time with me where they asked about my impressions of Radom so far, I found out that most of them are ready to take the tertiary education train and travel for better opportunities in Radom.  Warsaw was the most popular choice and then they mentionned ”ideally London” with a spark in their eyes.  However, they all said they would like to come back to Radom to live close to their families and because of the life-style here.  Who could blame them?  It is a fantastic small city to bring up children and still stay in tuned with the world and there are lots of opportunities to get fit with all the gyms- even an open air one!

      They did not speak English straight on when it was my turn to question them but after I encouraged them to, they did so and pretty well.  The girl was more confident and went straight to business asking me questions in English before she left but I sincerely appreciated their efforts and their invitation.  They definitely are brilliant children eager to learn more about multicultural interactivity.

      Then we were off to the stadium which had a market next to it.  It really reminded me of Mauritian markets where you could find anything from vegetables to shoes and bras in one place.  Although we do not have the mink coats.  We have mackintoshes.  And sun tan lotion.

      The stadium was quite big and being in open air in hot Radom makes it a very lively place to be for multi sports activities.  You can also do your fresh vegetables and strawberry shopping on the way out.  How practical.

      The musical school of Radom is wonderful.  The modern facility can accomadate children from Poland who have a gift in music and also teaches them various other subjects to prepare them to leave for their professional life after school. 

      The building was funded by the European Union and is very popular in the Radom area.  As I entered the main auditorium surrounded by brick for good sound quality, high ceiling, professionally lit stage and long lines of chairs, a girl was rehearsing a track on the piano which she probably would be playing after the report books ceremony.  I was left speechless. 

      The talent was just outstanding.  Her body language was one of the virtuosos you see in the movies as she rocked front and back in tune with the music and her blond hair was floating around.  The tune was a fast paced one with a lot of base but also very high-pitched ones which made my heart melt and I admit it, I felt some tears well up.

      I peeked through the small children's classroom where children probably aged five to seven were getting handed their reports under the proud eyes of their parents.  They looked like they wanted to act all grown up and professional but they always ended up grinning at their teachers and hugged them after gifting them a long-stemmed flower as a thank you for the year.

      Be proud people of Radom.  Be proud of your beautiful green and calm city and brilliant, upcoming academic and musical talents.

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  • wtorek, 21 czerwca 2011
    • Windmills, geese and tractors but no Pa Ingalls

      What on earth is that through the window?  The alarm on my dear phone was going mental and I gingerly pulled myself out the bed and managed to shower.  Still asleep but getting ready I was wondering: why on earth I'm I so parched and what's wrong with my eyes?  Wait a second... The sun is out!

      Radom in the sun.  It's a beautiful day.  People on the streets look happy, they are wearing shorts and tshirts and flipflops are out.  I decided to honour the official first day of summer with a visit to the Muzeum wsi Radomskiej- The Country Museum of Radom.

      After a 15-20minutes trip there, I found myself asking for a student ticket to woman hidden in her small booth on a giant parking lot surrounded by what looked like a forest.  She did not speak English but did understand me perfectly well and also provided me with a flyer written in English about the place.  10 zloty in all.  So far so good.

      We then made our way in that place- which I still thought would just be a hike in the nature and I felt sorry for my leather brogues having to deal with the mud- greeted by the chirrurping of the birds, the various shades of green of the forestry as well as the fresh pure air.  My nose was walking on sunshine: after spending three years in the polluted London air, that was a radical change.

      In the midst of all the trees, there were some rustic wooden houses with straw roofs and a well to fetch water from in the front.  If it was not for the woman sitting on the small bench at the entrance, dressed in jeans and a blazer, I would still be expecting Laura and May Ingalls running after the chickens and cats while Pa would be chopping wood at the back.

      I had half the mind to call mom and tell her that I was visiting the set of her favourite TV show but these were actual replicas and remains of peasant houses from long long ago in Radom.  The guides did not speak english unfortunately and the information in the flyer was very limited.

      I saw modest houses with a bedroom with surprisingly fluffy pillows, stoves with pierogis in the frying pans, sausages drying in the storage room, butter-makers and milk barrels.  Some houses had genius construction: the wooden panes where larger and there was a layer of clay between every plank to isolate the house and protect it from the cold. 

      These people were really sharp when it came to unusual ways of contruction to make their lives better and more comfortable. There also was a beautfiul deep pond, covered in moss and surrounded by tall grass, making me want a dip in the hot sunshine.  It was simply majestic.

      I was then very impressed by the huge houses owned by wealthy families in Radom before.  Their houses of the size of flatshares in London with lots of pictures- the more religious frames you had, the richer you were- a piano in the living room, very tall mirrors, two living rooms to mention just a few.  Bourgeoisie was already well established here where rich families would have maids and their own chapel because they refused to spend time with the poorer people...That must have been sad because there was only one pub in that small town.

      The museum is an open air, estate like place where you walk from estates to estates to see the various components of the community of Radom from as far as 300 years ago.  There is also a beautifully painted chapel which was excavated and brought to the outskirts of Radom to be rebuild like it was befor with paintings on the ceiling reminding me of the Sixtine Chapel in Rome.  The original paintings on the walls had been carefully worked out of layers of protective paint.  This chapel may have still been in construction but I was utterly stunned by the earthly colours and the blue, gold and white ornaments and many statues of the holy family.

      We saw several types of houses- fishermen houses, pigeon and chicken houses, a barn-like garage for old, new, occasion and winter carriages (they were fancy people, they used different carriages for different occasions)- one of which reminded me of Santas... I'm pretty sure it was Santa's, and windmills. 

      Oh and I witnessed an epic fight for domination of the geese against the hens and cockrels in their inclosure while the bunnies where just chilling the shade of the stables (the bunches of flowers are for good luck for a good harvest), eating and being busy looking cuter than allowed.

      We did not enter the rotating windmill- yes yes they can rotate the whole mill depending on the direction of the wind, but believe me, that would have been quite a psychological challenge to walk in there.  The windmill I went in was made of wood and with every step I took, the wooden floorboards creaked making my heart skip a beat and I could already see myself falling through the floor.  Thank god I only had biscuits and nothing heavier for breakfast.

      The windmill guard was very sympathetic and smiled all the time with his piercing blue eyes showing his passion for the history of the place and... he spoke English!  Technical words were a difficulty for him but I did understand everything- although it was quite confusing to see a big fancy house for pigeons... when in fact he meant chickens.

      After we saw the beehives, we hurried our steps to the exit to catch some lunch and the farmers dressed in green dungarees and walking around with gardening tools made this place even livelier and picturesque.  We then ran into a group of school children who unbelievably were speaking accent-less english!

      They were children from the British and Scottish school in Warsaw out in the Country Museum on their last day of school before the summer holidays.  The monitors were showing them how to make ropes, crush the wheat to make flour and wash clothes in a basin and washboards.  They were really committed to their chores and looked like they were having so much fun that I wanted to join them, especially the boys carrying the water and splashing the girls who were washing the cloths.  See, even here boys avoid doing the laundry.

      I left the magical country museum with the Little House in the Prairie's soundtrack playing in my head and I felt like skipping towards the parking lot in my white dress, splashing the puddles with my brogues and picking up wild flowers.

      Why isn't this place buzzing with tourists like it deserves?  I will never know.

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      wtorek, 21 czerwca 2011 16:09
    • Move your hips to get fit

      Having eaten baked pancakes with mushrooms,  a pasta bake with spinach and broccoli and a Radomianka cake, I had to either have a nap or find some kind of turbo-draining drink... but I found a better solution: Zumba excercise.

      If followed my colleague to the gym behind the big mall Galeria Slonezcna (in quite a rush since we were late) to attend the Zumba class of Monday afternoon and the gym is simply splendid. Lots of sunlight, very modern treadmills, spinning machines and weights and a pool which has a giant outdoors slalom waterslide into an even huger indoors pool.  I so wished I could have had my bathing suit with me and just jumped in there.

      The staff at the reception understood my query about the price to attend the class.  59 zloty.  59 zloty!! that's quite expensive.  Oh no, wait.  The receipt said 39 zloty.  The young receptionist just mixed up the words, but it makes it that little better psychologically to know that I paid less than I thought.

      The locker rooms are awesome.  When you present your membership card or pay for a pass in the gym, you get an electronic bracelet- which I thought was a watch- which opens the locker like an alarm key to your flat buildings.  The locker rooms for ladies are really spacious with big mirrors, paper towels everywhere, blow-dryers, showers, big toilet space and most of all, admirably clean and I felt like my valuable belongings were safe in the electronic lockers.

      The dancing studio was also really spacious.  There were fitness accessories around- big balloons, weights and so on indicating that fitness, aerobics and other classes take place here. There were floor to ceiling mirrors at the front and on the right hand side as well as window pane behind providing lots of sunlight in the studio.

      The instructor had already started the class but it was quite easy to follow.  It was all in Polish but she was smiling a lot and always spreading out the right or left hand to specify in which direction to turn.  Anyway let's face it.  As long as you observe and are attentive, it's not that hard to follow!

      There were lots of girls attending the class from various age groups and they all looked like they were enjoying the class.  I truely enjoyed it.  I sweated a lot, probably enough to eliminate all the heavy but oh so good food I have eaten since Sunday but I had so much fun dancing and working out at the same time.  

      It was such a pity that I did not actually know all the steps- it looked like it was an advanced class according to the intensity, speed and quite technical steps we had to do.

      I left the gym after an hour feeling re-energised and with a banana smile from one ear to the other.  I was so thrilled to find sports in Radom.

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