Poole

Our last day in Krakow, and we felt a little sad to be leaving. We could easily have found enough to occupy ourselves for another couple of days. Krakow you've been great! But we need to return home, as we only have one day to wash all our clothes and pack up before setting off on our Christmas travels. Fortunately we didn't have to vacate our hotel room until noon.

Which meant we could take a slow walk to the railway station where Angela discovered we could buy senior tickets for both of us at just £2.50 each.

Not bad for a twenty five minute train journey to the airport. Signage and information boards at the station were very good. But just to be sure Angela asked a Polish couple with suitcases if we were on the right platform. When we boarded the plane later, the couple were sat across the aisle from us. Krakow airport was busy. It was a little difficult to negotiate our way around, but somehow we found ourselves at security. Then the fun started. Water bottles to empty and in John's case an issue with the belt on his trousers, which the security man didn't believe was sewed in his trousers, and pulled so hard at he almost pulled John onto the conveyor belt. After a tense moment he let him through, still wearing trousers!

By the time we boarded our Ryanair flight it was almost dark. Nearly everyone onboard was Polish, with just a handful of Brits. Flying in the dark is not much fun, as obviously there's nothing to see. It makes the journey time seem longer. About an hour from Bournemouth a ruckus broke out behind us. A man was hitting his wife. Obviously a couple of men piled in to help. One of the cabin crew took control of the situation and the man who kicked off was taken to the front of the plane. As he passed by it was obvious he'd been drinking alcohol. Then an announcement from the pilot that our landing at Bournemouth would be a little uncomfortable due to a strong crosswind. The Polish started to hold hands with each other. Angela felt a tad nervous. We hit the ground hard and it seemed like the plane wasn't going to slow down, but it did. The Poles burst into a round of applause!

So we are home now. Missing Krakow already. Returning to normal is no fun. And what's less fun is a rogue tissue amongst the washing in the machine. Don't you just hate that?