VOTED BEST TOUR BY KrakOUT MAGAZINE IN 2004!!!
www.krakoutonline.com"Crazy Guides made our vacation to Krakow our best trip to Europe yet. It made us wonder what we had missed at all the other cities we visited."
-Mary Flies, Orange County, California
"Sign up for a Communism tour at the hands of a crazy guide and his 1980's Trabant. Cracow has moved on a lot since the days of socialist Poland.This trip will show you just how much"
-Monika Ogonek, Sheraton Hotel, Krakow, Sunday Times Oct.2004
"I only feel sorry for those who live here and have never ventured into the coal-stained center of Nowa Huta, not to mention tourists. It is quite an experience - one that I wouldn't have missed for the world."
- Matthew McWilliams, Krakow, Poland
"When I got invited for a tour, courtesy of Crazy Guides, around Nowa Huta, I didn't think there was much to see. Grey boring buildings, a couple of old-fashioned shops, nothing special...I climbed into a funky looking black and red Trabant ( a cardboard car made in the former East Germany) on the top of Florianska, the city's most commercial street. I met Mike "Ostry", my tour guide. Instantly he started talking and the flow of words continued non-stop for the next three hours. This was his business, enlightening tourists as to Krakow's Communist past and trying to make Nowa Huta into a tourist attraction...Ostry had an anecdote about everything, and found humor in the face of the American having learnt that a can of Coke or a pair of jeans could be unattainable treasures. It reminded me about personal past desire for a Barbie doll, the Pewex and how jealous I felt when my cousin brushed her teeth with three-colored tooth paste...Crazy Guides? I couldn't think of a better name."
"Back on Tour" by Anna Bielecka, KrakOUT Magazine Jul.2004
"My favourite moment in Poland's cultural capital came courtesy of "Crazy Guides", whose resourceful leaflet, "Wild Times in the Eastern Bloc!", I picked up in the hotel lobby. It advertised the company's intriguing Communism Tours... the leaflet alone was a delight: starkly coloured in black, red and yellow, a dramatic picture of the city's infamous Nowa Huta district...It was the sheer ironic zest of it all that warmed me. This, it struck me, was an important rite of passage for a society that had been locked in totalitarian gloom for such a long period. The west has long felt able to make jokes about east European ghastliness - witness U2's uncomfortably parodic "Zoo" tour, which featured a Trabbie as part of the stage design - but this was different. Here was a locally organised tour guide with a sassy attitude: this is part of our past too, it said: come and share it with us, and you're allowed to smirk. This was the healthiest of codas for a culture that was trapped into following the humourless diktats of the Soviet regime for the best part of 50 years. All revolution ends in satire. It is our way of gaining closure on the issue, to borrow from the therapist's stilted vocabulary. It is how we proceed from there that is the real challenge. ...And then, many years later, the regime fell, and young, free people started openly to make fun of it, and of their hideous past, and of the ugly legacy of revolution-turned-dictatorship. And today they offer tours in a Trabant..."
"Teapot factory, anyone? " by Peter Aspden, Financial Times, Dec.11 2004
"You don’t have to be mad to work here, but it helps. In fact, to join Crazy Guides, the more unhinged you are the better, according to founder Mike, a wise-cracking, chain-smoking young entrepreneur with spiky bleached hair and a passion for the bizarre. So what does that say about us — having come to Krak?w, one of Poland’s most beautiful cities, then paying money to leave it in favour of a giant Communist housing project? Nowa Huta is a place with cult appeal, to say the least. An Orwellian vision made real, this masterful example of communist town planning is one of only two socialist-realist ‘ideal cities’ ever to have been built. A back-handed gift to Krak?w from Stalin himself, Nowa Huta (New Steelworks) was to be the antidote — or punishment? — for the overeducated, politically subversive, fervently religious elements that made Krak?w a threat. Despite the questionable suitability of the site (raw iron ore had to come, conveniently, all the way from Ukraine), ‘Lenin Steelworks’ (its original name) would be a model for industrial progress, its happy workers housed in brand new self-contained units, glorious in their uniformity. What better mode of transport to arrive in, then, than a Trabant 60S1, the ultra-cheap, rattling piece of tin that more than symbolises the ‘bad old days’ of Communism that Mike wants us to experience? Today we’re lucky, Mike tells us — the car manages the trip without erupting in clouds of brown smoke or breaking down completely. As we unfold ourselves from its cramped confines, only our blood circulation has suffered so far. Grey concrete looms around us in every direction, but before we can begin exploring we must stop andexperience the warm welcome and hideous interior design of Restaurant ‘Stylowa’ (Stylish). Over coffee and cigarettes, Mike shows us old photographs of Nowa Huta from the time of its construction, workers’ faces bright with hope and positivity as they toil to build their dream community. On a map, he shows us the part of the plan that never quite became reality: an enormous leisure area with parkland, an open-air stadium and an artificial lake. Mike was still a child when communism collapsed, but he recalls with wry pleasure how the most prized objects among his eight-year-old peers were nothing more than empty cans. “They were something colourful and a symbol of the West — we got them from flea markets, out the back of the big international hotels, or in hard currency stores — they were like a little paradise.” When, in 1989, he and his mother made their first visit West (to Italy, to see the Pope), Mike returned with a bagful of cans for his friends. “I emptied them all over my floor and I felt rich. Of course, a month later everything had changed and you could buy them in the shops whenever you wanted.” Outside, however, it’s difficult to determine how much things have actually changed. A lone BMXer rides hunched around the desolate expanse of the main square. The Lenin statue that once stood there, protected from eager vandals by armed guards, was sold in 1989, and is currently somewhere in Sweden sporting a pink paint job and a pair of earrings. An incongruously cheerful sign hangs in the window of a milk bar, the cheap canteen restaurants that have all but disappeared from Krakow. Otherwise, the streets are deserted, it is freezing cold and the sky is the colour of iron filings. “It’s so fucking grey and depressing — this is absolutely perfect,” says Mike, clapping his hands together with a chuckle. “Even I feel like killing myself.” Entering the ‘desert of blocks’, the view is dizzyingly similar in any direction, each unit identical: rumour has it that all it takes is a tank at each entrance to transform any unit into an instant fortress, complete with underground atomic shelter. Today it may look more like a prison than a citadel, but beyond the rundown housing estate aesthetics there’s some true historical significance to be glimpsed. Built as a monument to socialism, Nowa Huta became a centre for everything it was supposed to quash: resistance, religion and revolution. Hailing mostly from the agricultural south of the country, Nowa Huta’s new settlers were deeply religious people who battled against communist doctrine for 20 years and eventually won their right to build a church. Consistently striking during the 1980s, the steelworkers joined Solidarity’s fight for Polish liberation. Tours of the plant are not currently possible, but standing at the gates of this mammoth factory is enough to impart a sense of its importance. Oblivious to the biting cold, men stand around the bus stop (all routes lead here) talking with after-work beers in hand. Back in the Trabbie, we return to the main square and Mike suddenly drops his act to reveal some true affection for the place. “It’s grey now but you can imagine people arriving here with hope, believing the miracle,” he says, gesturing up to the Renaissance-inspired architecture buried under the grime. Convinced that in a few years the place will be full of cafés, he’s even planning to buy a flat here in one of the blocks. “Everyone told me I was crazy to bring tourists here — ‘show them the Old Town and market square, they’re beautiful, Nowa Huta is ugly’. “Yes, it’s ugly — but it’s real. This is modern history.” Then Crazy Mike re-emerges to tell us about his plans to include his mother’s flat as part of the communism tour. “I’ll buy an old Russian TV and some ‘80s furniture, put them in there and people can pay to sit and drink coffee with her. The stupidest ideas I have will be the most popular. People love real things — if you sell them right.
Reality Check" by Elize Rana,TNT Midweek, apr.2005, www.tntmagazine.com