Fucking cockshit assbangles, may all these snot-skinned twatmuffins boil in a vat of their own god damned ineptitude.
So, I've gotten to spend a little more time getting to know the "group" that I "traveled here with".
First of all, they're all petty little cunts. Most are also cartoonishly racist. Also incapable of planning ahead or taking others into consideration.
So they set up transportation out to Katowice for the concert, and in the defense of my primary contact, she did end up asking if there was room for me as well. Unfortunately, she asked this late the evening before, so no. Everything was booked.
Okay, fine... I can handle the Polish bus system by myself and get my own damn transportation! And despite it being 20 minutes late, I still end up in Katowice before 13:00, which was when they were supposed to arrive. I send a message stating as much, so we can meet up afterwards.
Due to cell net fuckery, it didn't send properly until shortly after 13:00, at which point they'd already sat down at a restaurant and were waiting on their food. Okay, nice.
When I got there, they'd already been waiting quite a while, so I opted not to order anything since it'd just delay everything (especially seeing as the establishment was entirely unprepared for the rush of people going to see Rammstein). It didn't take very long before the group devolved into drama and bitching about each other.
Then we all sat down together at a different cafe for some drinks. This lasted a few hours, and when we started getting closer to the concert the concept of return transport was brought up.
"Hmmm, hmm hmm" was the general consensus... Note that when my contact asked me if I'd already organized a return trip and I said no, she said "Good! Don't! We'll all group up and go back together!". She talked in Polish with the other Polish people (3/7 of the group), and the matter seemed to be settled since it wasn't being talked about anymore. Then we all made our way over to the concert.
First of all, not only was the rest of the town not prepared for the concert, the fucking concert wasn't prepared for the concert. First they checked to see if you had tickets, then the next checkpoint checked your tickets, then a third checkpoint at the very end checked your tickets a second time and gave you a wristband, which let you enter the concert hall itself and the toilet area, which was outside the concert hall. Before this point, there were a whole three (3) port-a-pottys servicing everyone.
We decided we wanted some refreshment. Too bad for us. The two (2) Coca-Cola refreshment stands ran out of stock almost instantly and started selling lukewarm tapwater for 7 zlotys.
Then we got inside the concert hall, saw the big awesome stage Rammstein had set up, and the rest of the group promptly positioned themselves safely away from any of the action and off to the side. Wouldn't want to catch any excitement or feeling now would you?
Or anything of the stage either, for that matter, because there were no screens set up except for the little one Incorporated into the stage that the band used for their logo and special effects. Want to see what's actually happening on stage? Better get close enough to smell the bass, or else get fucked.
Oh, did I mention that the powers that be had apparently decided to ban alcohol from the concert and that all the beer offered was non-alcoholic? Mhm.
The show was nice enough, Rammstein was Rammstein, and they had some pretty sick pyrotechnics and the stage light show was also pretty wicked. Not a lot of stage antics, but that's fine because, again, no screens. They didn't play my favorite though.
Then we got out, met up at the agreed meeting spot (I'd broken away from the group fairly early on. Like hell I was gonna stay on the sidelines for a whole metal concert, come on), and then the question was asked: "How do we get back to Kraków?"
...what? You're shitting me...
But no, I was not being shat. They legitimately hadn't solved a God damn thing. They figured Uber was the way to go, but we were five people (the last two were staying in Katowice, and didn't need the ride), which meant two cars, which meant two accounts, which meant some more griping at each other, and finally a lengthy discussion of the bill and how the fuck we were supposed to shell out 1200 zlotys for a car ride.
Much back and forth and whining and hemming and hawing and I finally just said fuck it, I'll take the 3:16 AM train, you dorks find a taximan willing to take a bribe to drive you all to Kraków off-the-meter in the middle of the night.
...but it wouldn't be that easy, would it? Guess what else wasn't ready for Rammstein? That's right: the public transit system!
Hundreds of people trying to get home, and not much available to take them! Can you buy a ticket from the one single machine? No! It has crashed. Can you buy a ticket from the five teller windows? No! Only one is being actively manned, the other one working is on his break.
I stood in line for over an hour. It snaked and zig-zagged its way around and through the station before terminating at the two open windows. It was a good thing the train left at 3:16, because at 1 am that was cutting it close for a lot of people in line.
So, I should be back in Kraków some time after 5. Just in time to go to bed!
Fuck these dawdling bigoted fuckwits and their wasting time all the God damned way. They're probably not going to make their flight tomorrow morning (the morning after a late-night concert!). I do not feel a great sadness.