3,5,0,1,2,5, Go!

Warsaw. I arrived last night, after a 5 hour train journey from Krakow. I had 2 hours until my coach, so I tried to find the bus station, apparently 2km from the central station. I hopped on a bus and travelled for about 15 minutes. No sign of the station. So I got off, and asked for directions. turns out I was on the right bus, it's just a little further out than my guidebook indicated. So, I arrive. I ask where my bus will leave from - platform 13 - and settle down to wait. I enjoy a lump of minced meat wrapped in cabbage leaves, then sit outside. My coach is due at 19:30. That time comes and goes. Then it's 20:00. I speak to an Engliah couple (from Leeds!!! Whooo!) and they're going to Vilnius. Their coach is due at 20:30. It arrives on time. A Russian woman asks me what coach I'm waiting for, and I reply that I'm waiting for the Eurolines to Riga. She's also Riga bound, but with another company. He coach is due at 21:00. That time comes...and goes. We wait. We ask - we are told to wait. We wait. We wait a bit more. We divide our time between the bus station and the outside platforms. It is now -7 degrees Celsius. At 23:00 the security lock up the bus station. At 23:30, I give up, on the verge of hypothermia, and go into a nearby hotel. I get a room and slowly thaw out.

This morning I went to the coach office, angry and worried. Turns out there was a misprint on my ticket - the bus is supposed to be tonight. Pah!

I now have about 8 hours to explore Warsaw. I'm going to do just that.