We get up early intending to have a very long day to get from L’viv to Kraków.
After an obligatory coffee, perhaps the best of the trip we set out to the bus station. We had to take a bus to the Polish border, walk across, catch another bus to the closest town with a train station, and take a five hour train to Kraków.
But first we had to walk to the train station.
The bus just kept picking up people along the way. There were 25 seats(we counted) and there must have been 50 people on the bus. They just kept packing on. Between the butts, elbows, and huge stomachs crushing me, it was a very long two hours. Dunc got the window seat….
We ended up sitting there for the better part of an hour, which is obviously exactly what someone who has to pee super bad wants to do. They just kept bringing new guards by, pointed at us and had a little convo, then nothing. Then finally, the called us out of the room, gave us our passports back and then said “you may go.” For fucks sake.
But we were on our way. In Poland, and ready to get going. What a waste of time.
We walked around the little border town, looking for the bus stop. This was more difficult than it seems. Finally we found it, got on the bus, and headed to Przemysl to try to catch a train to Kraków.
It had been an exhausting day, so we tried to get a few z’s on the train.
After getting into Kraków, it was much later than we planned. We made it to the hostel, stashed our shit and met the couchsurfing dude, Den, who was going to show us around town.
Until tomorrow, readers.