Day Eight: Cracow (Saturday, 28 September)
Our arrival in Cracow, after four hours of bus travel and five hours touring Auschwitz, could not have come quickly enough, but we realised that we hd come across the prettiest and perhaps most...
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Day Seven: Auschwitz and Cracow (Friday 27 September)
Like anyone with an ounce of soul, I came away from the museum moved, horrified, repelled and bemused, the latter because one was confronted with ‘man’s inhumanity to man’. For all the labelling that...
Day Six: Zakopane (Thursday 26 September)
It was a very long day yesterday: when we disembarked from the train in Cracow, we had a two hour trip into the mountains ahead of us on a coach, and then a minibus...
Day Five (Wednesday 25 September): another bloody train trip!
Last night’s trip had only whetted our appetite for a walk in the restored Old City of Warsaw, so we federated with Gail and Barry and following Leigh’s leadership, staged a mutiny. It was...
Day Four: the Warsaw Train
The scene is Berlin. Grey clouds shower unwelcome rain on the laden pilgrims as they inflict their oversize baggage on the city’s public transport system. The local mental health system is bracing itself for...
Day Three: Monday and it's full-on Berlin
I think we walked our legs off today. A little too enthusiastic about the exercise, we jogged for about six km in the morning and then found that Raf — the tour guide who...
Day 2: Berlin and the tour commences
This could be a very prosaic entry, as the first day of a trip often is as one gathers one’s thoughts from the rags of jet lag and attempts some sort of orientation; but...
Coming home, Reflections Part 2
Well, every trip should finish with a celebration of highlights, high jinks and learning both good and bad. This is my list in no particular order. Don’t be afraid to build a basilica out...
Coming home: Reflections 1
I looked at my passport while waiting to go through Passport Control at St Pancras and the thought came to mind that I didn’t even have a passport ten years ago. How life changes,...
Tuesday and its Stratford-upon-Avon
The time is really speeding by and I’m already thinking of home; in fact, dragging a bag up to Stratford was the last thing I felt like, but I was looking forward to the...