Krak-owie

The next leg of the journey is Krakow. Alas, alack, the only train leaving from Prague to Krakow was an overnight train. And this particular route comes packed with all sorts of traveller horror stories. The tale is that late one dark and stormy night while you are sweetly sawing logs, some sinister force comes and pumps sleeping gas into your cabin. Knocking you out and giving free reign to their sticky fingers. You wake up the next morning a tad groggy and several pounds of luggage/money/passports lighter. But, at least for me, this was not the case. And although I had a brutal night with only a fleeting time spent in the persuit of sleep, all of my belongings remain blissfully in my possession.

So it is with a desperate grogginess that I lumbered off the train at the happy hour of 6am this morning and stumbled towards my hostel. Cought a couple hours of "sleep" in the hostel common area and then headed out to make something of my day. My bed wasn't ready until 1pm, so I had about 3 hours to kill. Spent most of the time wandering aimlessly around the old town, trying not to blame Krakow for my murderously sore throat. (A parting gift from the night train.)

My first impressions of Krakow are coloured with the approach of a cold, so I'm going to hold off on giving a review until I've had a decent nights sleep and with luck a couple Polish cold pills.