Brno to Warsaw, whats up with Iron Maiden?

Inspired by watching Michael Palin's mainly travels through Europe on trains and my last visit to Prague where I saw the old trains leaving the station I decided that on my next backpacking adventure I would skip the planes and travel over land.

This started off with my journey from Brno in Czech. My colleagues got me to the station and hooked up with a ticket on the over night train to Warsaw. I tried to book a sleeper, which the lady at the ticket office told me I could buy on the train.

Once on the train this did not seem possible and I was little to freaked out to even bother so ended up on a couchette. In each compartment there are 6 seats which slide out a little. I got into one of these with two other guys, pulled the seat out as much as possible and slept with feet on the opposite seat.

This sleep was interrupted every 2 hours by the guards (Polish I assume), the guards would come in in pairs. Slide the door open as loudly as possible and bang on the roof. This would wake us up and send us scurrying through our pockets looking for our tickets.

At about 4 in the morning during one of these sessions, 3 cunning locals headed by one of the most beautiful girls I saw in Poland came into our compartment and claimed the seats opposite us. This stunning girl with her boyfriend and his buddy where wearing the Iron Maiden tops that I later realised was the hip thing to wear in Warsaw (Or there was an Iron Maiden concert on that weekend that I did not realise).
Sorry to dwell on this girl but she really was stunning and pulled off the rock chick thing very well, including the tight jeans with strategic tears and the iron maiden cloth flag that she always seemed to have in her hand or tucked in a pocket without looking like it was awkward to keep on to.
I suppose I noticed this because if I had chosen to carry around a flag on a train journey withing 5 minutes I would have been fedup with it and have been fidgiting with it, or stuffed it in my bag. She pulled it off and given that she had broken my make shift bed up I felt no shame at ogling her while she slept on her boyfriends chest.

The train arrived at about 8 in the morning, I was pretty groggy and sweaty. Checked my pack into the left baggage and had a little chat with the tourist office in the train station.
This was by far the best tourist info I have ever dealt with (not the sexiest which was here -> http://www.baldy.za.net/node/230). The tourist office was super effective spoke English better than I do and handed me a map and circled everything I asked him about including the bus numbers to each thing, when I asked him if I could walk to these locations he laughed at me.

So predictably I walked to the Uprising museum, this is no doubt a brilliant place and if I was polish or had some deeper understanding of Poland would probably have been an emotion place to visit. I was train lagged and a little over whelmed to try and work it out. The piece on stamps and the scouts postal service was not lost on me so I think I probably took more away than I thought.

The afternoon was pretty much wasted with visits to supermarkets (very good vegan selection), picnic and tanning/nap in the park and the touristy walk through the stunning old town. If I came back I think a walking tour on the first day would get my history mode engaged and probably spark off a good cultural holiday.