I Am In Krakow

I arrived here on Wednesday I think, and I leave in around two hours. It’s been great. The festival was kind of fascinating, with lots to write about. The Crazy Guides Communism Tour was excellent, with lots to write about. And Auschwitz earlier today was just about the most harrowing experience of my life. It must be one of the saddest places on earth. Lots to write about.

I’m currently outstaying my welcome in a restaurant with dodgy wireless.

I’ve just looked at my bank balance. Without putting too fine a point on it, I’m fucked.

Oh, how amusing. As I was typing those words, a deaf man with trinkets approached my table. I spoke to him in English. I said I was sorry but I had no money whatsoever. He made a sign to let me know that he was deaf. I made a sign to let him know that I was skint. We shared a moment.

I am skint. Proper skint. Time to put a Paypal button my website skint. Unfortunately I can’t access Paypal from here for some reason, so it’ll have to wait.

Oh, and my camera’s got a horrible smudge on it that will not go away. Look:


Look at that mark over the wheel. It’s a mark on the lens. It won’t come off.

It’s a sign of the times, and I have to leave. I’m starting to feel like a bit of a twat.

Wish me luck.


UPDATE: I got the donate button to work. It’s over there on the right. You know. No pressure.

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