The cow finally cracked.

Yesterday was completely insane and off the hook. Stick with me through my rollercoaster of a narrative, my sine graph of a story, my turbulent tale.

So I woke up in the morning, as I do on most days, when I'm being bombarded for Louise's number. I don't have it, so I'm all 'What's going on?' What was going on was that she had been hospitalised during the night. Naturally, I was a tad worried.

My worry eased somewhat an hour or so later when we were told she was more or less all good. My anxiety didn't fully abate however, and where should we be going but to two of the most depressing places on Earth: Auschwitz and Birkenau.

Auschwitz and Birkenau were both quite sad. Auschwitz focused quite heavily on volume: masses of people, masses of shoes, masses of hair. I thought it was a lot more museum-y than Birkenau, and thus wasn't as effective.

Birkenau was hot, big, and more or less in its original state. I think it was quite fitting that the weather was physically draining, as we got a taste of how it must have felt to labour there. I thought it was much more evocative and emotional.

To more or less cap off quite a turbulent day, we were reunited with Louise prior to dinner, which made me simultaneously relieved and glad.

On the way to the restaurant, I spontaneously jumped on an open top bus/taxi/golf cart in the middle of the road that the girls had hired at the hotel. As one does in Poland. Fun times.

At dinner, I was on a table with Louise, Sam and Scarlett. Quite top people all. Had some good chats and stuff.

Following dinner, street magic with Sam, and talks with Karen and Louise, we of course caught one of the kamikaze karts back to the hotel. My favourite part of sitting on the back of those things (I'm pretty much a back-sitting veteran) is the awkward eye contact you get with the people in the cars behind us. Greatest experience of my life.

Afterwards (hey, we have really short and boring days here), we played a bit of cheat with a mass of people, which is always fun.

After that (yeah, it goes on), Sam and I had a good chat-fest. I love those. He's also quite a good bloke.

So absolutely atrocious and slightly distressing morning, depressing and reflective arvo, more or less brilliant night.

And that's Krakow wrapped up.

Word of the Day: Distressing