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The day I saw the Polish countryside

After taking a night stop off in Warsaw to ensure I got a speed train for 3 hours to Krakow I was directed to platform 3. I got on and 6 hours later I am still not in Krakow. But I have had the privilege to see the beauty of the Polish countryside. It’s lush and green. The sun is shining and my mood has lifted along with it despite missing a day in a city I have been fascinated by since my early days in London.  The rail roads are simple and the trains and the children squealing out the windows remind me of Hollywood films depicting happy children departing for respite from the war. 

Again I have been a cabin this time with the same space as yesterday but with 4 seats each side. No-one deared speak to me today! The farms are orderly and attempts at growing hay in the wettest summer the Poles have seen in years are well underway. It seems simple here and its definitely very appealing. I can see why my Polish friends speak so happily of life in Poland.

Or maybe it’s the news that Southland have lifted the Ranfurly Shield AGAIN that has me seeing the world through rose coloured glasses!  

Goals in Krakow is to get a look around the city and head out to Auschwitz. 

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  1. Yay - Go the Stags!! Had a beer or two for you.

    Hope you have a spine tingling experience at Aushwitz.

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  2. I hoped you would ensure some refreshments were enjoyed TJ & VJ! Can't wait to see the log when I'm home...dreams do come true! In Budapest now. Walking tour in the morning and bathing in the arvo. Loving the supportive comments x

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