Gdansk party night

We got into town for 8pm and headed en-mass to the pubs and clubs. Drink flowed freely, as usual, and when John the mad Irishman asked to have glasses drawn on him, this proved to be the start of the evenings fun! Darren, pen in hand, gave us all the same - glasses or pirate moustaches, or both! By the end of the evening we had complete strangers coming over asking to be drawn on! Lots of dancing and Sambuka ensured that most of us ignored the 1am coach in favour of the 3am finish instead!
That was before we ran into the nasty Nazi's. . . . . . .