Here comes the longest update yet. Im back in London, safe and sound. It actually feels like being back home now. And it sure feels good to be in a country that speaks English. So, some final events:

• I gave Jaime a call the moment I got back to London to see how she was; she was supposed to catch a flight back home on Wednesday from Krakow. She told me her flight got canclled because of the heavy fog and she had to stay another night in Krakow. She met this other English backpacker at the airport, and so crashed at his friend's place for the night. I had no idea about any of this. But Im glad she is safe and back in Cambridge.
  
  
• I accidentally stole a pair of jeans. Okay, here is the story. As I had previously mentioned, I was staying at this hostel in a 8 person dorm-style room. I had an early train to catch the next morning. When I woke up, I shifted all my gear out of the room to pack in the corridor so I wouldnt make so much noise and wake the others around. I was worried I would miss my train since the station is quite a walk around, and I didnt know what platform I was to board, so I packed hurriedly and threw on my clothes and checked out. As I was walking to the train station, my jeans felt extra long and baggy. I didnt think much about it, and thought it was because I forgot to put my belt on. As I was walking, I fumbled in my pocket for my hair tie, and found a pair of hostel keys. It still didnt occur to me that I was wearing someone else's jeans!! I thought those keys were mine when I previously checked in. I was running late to go back and return them. It was only when I went to the bathroom on the train and I checked the label of the jeans, that I realize the jeans werent mine. Ahhh!! So my jeans is back at the hostel and I now have in possession some male jeans...presumbly a guy, because I dont recall any other girls in the dorm. Im such an airhead in the morning. In hindsight, there were all these signs pointing to the fact that the jeans were someone elses. Firstly, I clearly remembered grabbing a pair of jeans which was hanging on the mirror, and I dont remember ever hanging my clothes there. Secondly, the mysterious keys I found in my pocket. I was so sure I had returned the keys in return for my deposit for my passport. Thirdly, as I was walking to the station, I had to roll the jeans up because they were dragging on the floor.
  
  
• Ive been travelling around on my British passport over the last few months because of the ease of entering in and out of EU states. The weird thing is my passport is completely unmarked. I entered into UK using that passport, in and out of Sweden, Denmark and Poland, and there hasnt been a single stamp in there. It looks completely unused. Moreover, the security at customs is so low. Upon entering back into UK, they didnt scan the passport, the lady just looked at my photo. An ironic thing I notice at Luton and Stansted airports (not really Heathrow, so the regional airports) the EU and Swiss passport queues are longer than the non-EU lines because most flights into Luton and Stansted are from the continent so the majority of passenger hold an EU passport.

Here is a visual summary (click to enlarge) of my trip in Poland.

The journey started in Krakow..


Old Town


Bank of Wisla River