After such an intense day in Auschwitz, the next day was my last day in Krakow. I only had half a day left in Krakow, so I decided to spend it hanging around the Main Market.

So I got my backpack on and took the bus back to the Coach Station. The bus was packed and, me and my backpack had almost no space to get in. When the bus arrives you can get on through any door, and so I did but the ticket machine was on the other side of the bus (1 machine even on those long buses) and I couldn’t move. By the time I could move and pay for it I only had 2 stops left and, considering that in all the days I was in Krakow no one checked my ticket, I thought I should be ok.

But yeah, of course, the only day that I didn’t pay for my ticket they asked me for it and naturally I didn’t have it. I pretend to look for it, I kept giving them my old ones to show them that I did pay all those other times. But they didn’t feel sorry for me and so they fined me ☹, fair enough. Thank God I think fast and I gave them my Argentinian passport (I also have a Polish one) because then the fine was 120zl (£20), so all the money that I managed to save in Krakow was spent on this, so so stupid. If you are local (AKA Polish) you have to pay double, so I was lucky they didn’t see my passport when I was going through my things. So I paid and apologised for being an idiot and went to leave my backpack in a locker.

I went for a walk around, enjoying the hot (30º +) summer weather. Krakow is a beautiful city, I definitely have to come back, and it has a lot to offer and a lot to see.

I went around the Main Market Square, checked the Cloth Hal, St. Mary’s Basilica and Town Hall Tower. Just walking around and taking pictures, as you do ☺.

I had lunch in a small restaurant, I had some pierogi (Polish dumplings). I chose the mixed flavoured ones so I had some potato ones, beef ones and the others had mushroom with something else and of course, a cold beer. Delicious!! Perfect way to say goodbye to Krakow☺.

After chilling around a bit more I went and got on my Polski Bus back to Warsaw. This time it was even better than the last one. We had snacks, FOR FREE, some kind of pastry, a juice box and some biscuits. I love Polski Bus, I’m their #1 fan now, I will definitely travel with them again.

Once I got to Warsaw I had to do the inverse journey as I had to do on my first day. So I took the metro and walked back to the centre. When I got there, I had to buy a ticket to Warsaw Zachodnia, I used the machine to buy it and it was super straight forward, even used my debit card. I then took a train to this other Train/Coach Station that was just a 5 minute ride. I needed to get there to take my coach to Minsk.

When I got off everything changed. The Poland that I met 4 days earlier was gone. In this place everything was in Polish or Russian. I went to information and the guy kept speaking Polish to me and pointed at something outside, no idea what to do. They had information for foreigners so I went to check that out, but when I got there it was empty. I then went to one of the ticket office cashier’s and I asked her. I showed her my ticket, on the board there was no information about any international Coaches, online some standard, outdated information. She simply said “PFFFFFF (she literally did that sound) and told me I don’t know, International platform 10/11”.

Where were all the nice Polish people I met before?? I went there with 2 hours in advance just in case this kind of thing happened. I went outside and everybody was as confused as me. You basically had to wait between platform 10 and 11, no information, no help, just waiting and as soon as a coach arrived everybody was running and checking the front to see if the destination on it was the one that you needed.

My bus was at 22:40, the time arrived and no bus came and there was no one waiting for it either, it was just me, no one knew about this company either. The problem was that if the bus didn’t show up, what was I going to do?

Alone in a creepy train station, I was thinking that I might have to spend the night here and I really didn’t want to.

I was freaking out when suddenly I received a text, at least they let me know. The bus was delay an hour and it was arriving at the front of the station. So I quickly made a move and waited there, I didn’t know if the message arrived on time or what so I didn’t want to miss it, and indeed at 23:40 my bus arrived.

It wasn’t what I expected, it looked like a tour bus, they asked me if I had my passport and my visa, then they tried to fit my backpack in but there was no space. I got on the coach and it was full, mine was the last seat available, not much comfort and I had a 12 hour journey ahead. Oh and another thing, surprise, surprise, no one spoke English.

All right, ready for a new adventure. Minsk, here I come!!