1AM how wrong I was. The first of what turns out to be nearly every half hour am I awoken for passport control. Where the hell am I. One time it turns out to be customs. Did I have anything to declare. Yes Only that I am standing here in my underwear. Thankfully he sees the funny side of the statement. You see faithful reader I have learnt something. One time it was a woman. Did I care, no! Eventually I receive the magic stamp. It is Poland at last. No more rude awakenings for me. Back to sleep for 35 minutes. <a href="images/Budapest_Katowice_Train_Map.gif">Click for the map</a> of the journey I am met at the station by the local IT manager, and off we go to the office. 5 AM. We have a very productive day with me finally leaving about 1AM I change my tickets to fly home from Krakow. Unfortunately I have to purchase a new ticket and reclaim the old one back. I fly to Frankfurt, I leave almost exactly 12 hours after I arrive, from there I am delayed an hour, oh well off to the lounge and get drunk. I succeed. I arrive home without telling the wife, discharge the babysitter and go to bed. Yes I did it the right way round! Honest!
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