What looks like a dirty, dingy, unkempt tenement from the outside, is actually...well, just that, but with thousands of people herding themselves through it every weekend. One of Kraków's most legendary late night destinations, 4 separate clubs sling shots inside the sloppy confines of this 3-story fumbling free-for-all. As none employ strict face-checks or entry fees, it's easy to stagger from venue to venue (though you can't take your drink with you) - creating a never-ending house party throughout the building from 20:00 to 8:00 in the morning every uninhibited night of the week.
On the ground floor,
Playground represents a more mainstream, bare-bones Polish discotheque with booming techno music, barely-legal girls and messy patrons unable to climb the stairs. Should you survive the ascent yourself, you'll find two of Kraków's more unique clubs: Caryca and Łubu-Dubu. The object of a recent renovation and dancefloor expansion,
Caryca has sadly traded much of the evocative candlelit atmosphere and saggy furnishings that made it popular with hipsters as a laid-back alternative to its neighbours, for a louder soundsystem with little leftover space to escape from it. Music varies from electro to reggae to hardcore techno on the small sweaty dancefloor in the back, depending on the order of the evening. Across the hall is
Łubu-Dubu, a communist-themed disco playing old school dance hits like ABBA and MJ. Strewn with second-hand furnishings, red tide relics and spilt beer, Łubu is a contagious, fun-loving venue filled with students, holiday-makers and mirthy mavens letting their hair down and picking their feet up. Should Łubu close its doors on you (sometime around 6 am), you can bet your final złoty that upstairs
Kitsch won't keep you out. The city's foremost meat-market, Kitsch is often referred to as a gay bar by track-suited locals - perhaps the only social group the club doesn't smile upon. A friendly, colourful, fur-fringed disco with a massive dancefloor full of foreigners on the prowl and dressed-down, sex-up students who'll make out with almost anything including the mirror, Kitsch is a sticky-floored, shameless, shambling sex-pit, the likes of which you're not likely to forget. A swarming dancefloor with brass poles provides Pole-on-pole action while pop hits that cater to the club's name keep the crowd gyrating. While the four clubs are owned separately, they all share one thing in common: quite possibly the most offensive toilets your five senses have ever had the misfortune of encountering. Though the neighbours have been trying in vain to shut down this hedonist haven for the last six or seven years, Wielopole 15 continues to be the most popular party in town; a visit to which any pleasure-seeker is obliged to make. Stumble out of the doors on a Sunday morning and wander into nearby Hala Targowa's weekly flea market for one of the most absurd bender-enders of your blessed little life. Sleeping is giving in...
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