
We slept at Dublin airport last night, and it was not as comfortable an experience as Stansted. The PA system kept blasting out warnings about leaving baggage unattended and making sure we adhered to the 100mL rule all night. We were aroused by the Garda (Irish police) at about 1am to check everyone's passports and flight details. At first we were afraid they would kick us out, but they were very friendly and our theory is that they were looking for non-travelling homeless people just camping for the night in the airport. On the upside, our restless night allowed us ample time to pack our bags to the weight limit and check them in stress-free. It also meant I slept soundly on both our flights. We flew to Stansted, got waived through passport control (something about arriving from Ireland), stood in a long queue to get on our next flight to Krakow and before you knew it we were on the continent. It is a lot different here to the affluent Ireland we just left. For a start, the place is covered in snow. The airport is pretty tiny (much smaller than I had expected) and the suburbs are classic Eastern Europe stereotype. Snow is everywhere, the buildings are mainly grey and brown, and a lot are pretty run down. It feels grungy, like it's still trying to catch up to the 21st century. It's exciting to be in a different place though, and in a strange way it feels a little like the outskirts of Hong Kong – I think it's the colours, or lack thereof. Everything feels grey and dull here. You can't knock the place we're staying though – Premium Hostel, a short walk out of the city centre, is clean, great value (around €12 a night each to stay in our own twin room), a pretty well-stocked kitchen, and very very friendly and helpful staff.
Tired, we didn't feel like doing much when we got here, so we went for a walk and bought some food for dinner. This was much more exciting than it sounds, though, as very few people speak even a little English here, and we managed to string some words and lots of sign language together to get a hearty meal. We are very proud of ourselves, given that we struggled to catch a bus here this arvo. We even got adventurous with our food – we found a ravioli-looking thing in the supermarket, and knowing nothing about it owing to our lack of ability to read Polish, bought it anyway. It turned out to be a bit like a Polish dim sim, at least that's what it tasted like, and we were doubly impressed with ourselves for not only experimenting but communicating in a foreign language to do it.
Tomorrow we're heading to Zakopane, a village in the mountains where we plan to go skiing. Through a fortunate twist of fate, it turns out we don't lose much at all to stay an extra four nights rather than getting a bus on Tuesday because of the prices. Of all the places in Europe, this is an okay place to be 'stuck' in that situation because the exchange rate makes it cheap. Keeley is very excited at this prospect, and it will definitely be cheaper than skiing in Switzerland or Austria (although we're not ruling that out… yet).
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