Dear Diary,
I'm not really in the mood for conversing, but I'm hoping that a litre of Zywiec (that's beer, Adam!) and some Legendarny Smak Krakersy (which of course means 'legendary tasty crackers', right Ola?!) will improve matters somewhat. And, as I become aware of drinking duty free beer in an airport terminal, I recall the threats to sic the Feds on us at Hobart airport for drinking some leftover goon, politely, from plastic cups. Ah, Europe, the wondrous place where you can drink anywhere, provided you behave yourself. Seriously, on German trains, they have this clause. But in Germany they also consider beer to be essential, thus it remains untaxed (a benefit which I don't think even applies to tampons in Australia) and insanely cheap – unlike coffee, which is heavily taxed in Germany.
So, for those of you who've lost track like me, I've been away now for about a month. And, as is my wont, I'll work backwards to the beginning.
I'm currently in Katowice, Poland, awaiting part II of my nice cheap flight to Kiev. It cost me somewhere around 60 quid, from Milan, but I had to kill five hours here. Customs/border control tried to speak Polish to me while checking my credentials and were surprised to learn that I couldn't speak back. Such is the sad truth – that I can probably speak more Italian than Polish, and even that I only just learnt in the past week.
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