Summing up Angloville

Having just returned to the UK, everything that has happened in the past few weeks in Poland unfortunately is no longer a reality, but instead a photo, a message, an article, or a memory. Either way, they're all stories, and goodness me they are some of the greatest stories I'll ever live to tell. Nothing... Continue Reading →


(Somehow) Stumbling Home

3:20am. I didn't want to leave, but I had to; this time I had to. I wished to stay with everyone and slip into the euphoria of drunken dreams but I genuinely couldn't. My stint in Poland was at its end and London was calling. It was 27th August, the day I was scheduled to... Continue Reading →

Completing Angloville

Dawn of the final day. From the moment I woke up, I was stunned at the thought that after three programmes, two venues, hundreds of Polish juniors, twenty-odd pens, and a thousand potatoes later, my Angloville adventure was nearing completion. What an unforgettable roller-coaster ride it's been. Before the certificate ceremony, I packed plenty in... Continue Reading →

The Last Night- both out and in

My final night in the city of Warsaw began the way it would inevitably end: in an Uber. The plan was to head back with Shannan to her hostel, drop off our bags, and then hit the LED streets for one final time with the Angloville crew from the past programme. The only slight issue... Continue Reading →

Good Disco, Good People

Having crawled through the first half of the week, I'm delighted to say that the persistence paid off wonderfully once we got into the jubilant celebratory atmosphere of the programme's second half. As much as I loathed my own drained demeanour, it was reassuring to know that it wasn't a battle I was fighting alone.... Continue Reading →

Pathetic Fallacy

Sunday morning: the first day of the final programme. As I navigated my way towards Plac Bankowy in Saturday night's clothes I pondered just what kind of characters I was about to meet ahead of the next six days. While I endeavoured to avoid getting lost on the tram lines, I sent Rohan a voice... Continue Reading →

Hostel Heart-to-Hearts

The night was beginning and Warsaw was alive. With our group still buoyant from the adventure on the bus, we made the short journey over to the Oki Doki Hostel, which would be our accommodation for the night. For me this was an immensely exciting prospect, because to the outright shock of Vera and Moyrah,... Continue Reading →

The Banter Bus

Riddle: there is one minibus, and nine of us are stranded. What happened? Allow me to explain by telling you the story of our rather unconventional journey back to Warsaw following the conclusion of another Angloville programme. With the juniors and a selection of natives packed into the large coach, the rest of us natives... Continue Reading →

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