Krynice, jewel of the Polish mountains
a hillside town of chalets and stone houses perched among the pine-clad peaks of the Carpathians, buried under crisp virgin snow and lulled by the soft sparkling chirp of a stream cascading through the centre.

We booked into a brand new spa hotel at the top of the town for a long Valentine's weekend, looking forward to rosy-cheeked snowboard lessons, gourmet meals and gluhwein, all followed with pummelled pamperings at the hands of masseurs and masseuses, trained in the arts of hot stones, exotic oils, pressure points and all round body satisfaction techniques.

She took her university books and her oldest, most stained pyjamas, got into bed at 8pm each night and might as well have welded her knees together. I didn't get a whiff of fanny at any point over the four days.
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 21:29, 2 replies)

if her knees were welded
you should definitely have been able to catch a whiff by about day 3
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Wed 27 Oct 2010, 21:37, closed)

And... click.

(Pie of Meat ___°¬¯O¯____\o/_____/\_,____Y¯¯Y, Thu 28 Oct 2010, 1:59, closed)