Meanwhile, back at the wireless ranch
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I am the first guest to check in. It’s cold, forest cold. And I have not brought with me a single long sleeve t-shirt, not one. The TV is small and talks back to me in Polish. Oh, the bad habits of doubling. Subtitles, people, subtitles!
Yours truely is basically on the webs from the heart of a forest.
My Polish driver has apparently ditched me for some tramp called Irina. We have never met, my driver and I, because, and I quote him, “I was waiting at the airport with Miss Irina”. He told me all this when he called my room and offered to cover my taxi ride. But it’s my generous day with drivers: I have already had three in my life since I woke up this morning, so one less will do.
I am kinda hungry so I will go out to grab something, although there is a chance I will actually have to hunt. It’s a forest, remember?
(In the background, the Polish TV news in Polish about euro-elections, Gdansk and the Pope. Roger and out! looks like you’re in for a couple of nonsense posts, I count two so far.)
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