the most notable happenings during our 3-hour, very unnecessary stint in the armpit:
1. passport control
me: handing over my passport and grinning like an idiot
border guard: looking very eastern european and flipping through my passport 'i cannot let you in to poland'
me: 'um! what!' thinking i just got off a hot pink airplane to fly to the buttcrack of a nation in the middle of nowhere
border guard: 'no place for stamp.'
me: sweating it out as i'm thinking okay, fair point, i need to get more pages in my passport 'uh?!'
border guard: waiting for roughly seven minutes and drawling before busting out an impish smile 'okay, i find one more place!'
2. Crawling on the public bus from the airport to the city centre to get the train to Krakow only to watch the direct minibus to Krakow zoom right past you
3. Looking for something like platform 2 and 3/4 that leads directly into a bricked up wall while old Polish men point and gesticulate rapidly into the air, a Polish tramp begs you for zloti you don't have and you contemplate if Warsaw is within walking distance from Krakow because at least there's a train going there and it's got to be better than Katowice
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