leaving Poland on a local bus for local people to head back to Blighty and some very English Cambridgeshire time..

And so our last evening in Poland was spent watching royal wedding highlights on BBC World News - soaking up a last scrap of culture ;-). The realisation that booking a 10am flight meant a 6.30am wake also prompted our sensible sides to head to bed early. Travelling is such a bothersome, effortsome waste of time - time travel should hurry up...

The next morning after everything was carelessly chucked in our rucksacks we decided to take the bus to the airport (every penny counts). Despite being in Krakow 6 days we had failed to learn a single word of Polish (when even hello looks like Dzien dobry you can see why we gave up) this luckily had been no issue until we stepped on a very local feeling bus. After being yelled at angrily by the bus driver for standing in the way, the tension on the bus was incredible, we were literally being stared out of the country by a group of angry Poles. Getting to the airport was quite a relief, especially since we had extra time to walk around the airport and sample a last wee bit of Poland. So after checking in our bags (which thank bloody goodness were under 20kg - Ryanair has no sympathy for that extra pair of shoes) we were very upset to discover that Krakow INTERNATIONAL airport conists of two corner shops with overpriced chocolate AND sells vodka at a cheaper price than our two hour search round Krakow.

And now full of overpriced confectionary we had to face the fun of Ryanair, who spent every possible moment on the flight advertising or attempting to sell us products that not a single person on the flight seemed to want. Not that I winge or anything. The only slight amusement was the amount of small children on the flight, a good amount of time was wasted playing peek-a-boo with the very cute child in front of me, I dream of being that easily amused...

Arriving on British soil in London I was greeted at passport control by someone from Glasgow (what are the chances) who promptly mocked me for having Paisley down as my place of birth, a small argument ensued while Lucy and Holly gazed on from afar convinced I wasn't being allowed in the country....

Luckily England did accept me and off I headed to Holly's house in Cambridgeshire for a few very twee days in English countryside. We hit up all the sites: Ely Cathedral, Soham, a small festival revolving around some kind of Eel (these country folk eh) and some lovely green fields. Between baking, eating lots of food, bike rides, and swimming. Holly managed to completely live up to my rural folk stereotypes...

Dressing up like a monarch (to convince Harry I am worthy) at Ely Cathedral where the King's Speech was filmed. And Eel Fest (what those rural people do with their time).

So there we have it, my Eurotour even managed to fit in a bit of proper Englishness as well, proving you can be a tourist quite frankly anywhere......

And to finish this bit of blogging off: some amusing photos that have been missed out...

More photos of some Polish food, because quite frankly it was the best bit. Oh and don't judge a book by its cover when you look at these!

Making friends with the Polish, who I somehow got supporting England..

The THREE Olivias and downing shots the Polish way...

Proving I am famous in Poland

We LOVED the royal wedding as you can see

Tourist buying souvenirs, Post-socialist architecture in Nowa Huta, and the Heroes of the Ghetto Jewish memorial in Krakow.