Another day, another country. I may have got back home after the grand Motorhome adventure, but after only 36 hours at home, I’m up at 3am for the drive to Bristol, and the flight to take myself and 5 chums to Kraków for a 4 day cultural visit (or drinking, whichever seems easier).
Flight was on time and straightforward, and the pre-arranged taxi to the hotel in the centre of the city was efficient too. We don’t get in the rooms till later, but bags are left and we are now enjoying breakfast in a lovely little café.
