Frankfurt. After several hours of flight, we’re almost home. Unfortunately, our skis did not come with us, after a short intervention at the airport it turns out that they will be here in the evening. OK, we’ll wait. We do it sitting on a bench at a kids playground surrounded by old condominium buildings and eating salads bought in the discount grocery store. Nearby, behind the hedge, there is a mobile circus. I can’t believe my eyes. After spending 5 weeks in Peru, I finally see them! Llamas! Two! Circus llamas eating grass, between apartment blocks, somewhere in Frankfurt. In the evening we get our skis back and finally we set off to Poland. In the morning, our car dies near Wrocław. Completely. I decide to get to Cracow by bus but catching a ride at 5 a.m. at a gas station in a middle of nowhere is not that easy.

Finally, some homie in a tracksuit agrees to give me a lift to Wrocław. It’s very nice of him, because, as he says, he was not planning to go there at all. He should be at work, but he doesn’t feel like going there, because he hasn’t slept all night. In the car, there’s a glass with coffee in the cup holder, with a metal spoon inside, ringing all the time. After driving maybe 20 meters, the guy stops at the side of the road and sniffs a line of coke (or something coke-like) from the CD case. He stomps few times, bangs his hand on the steering wheel, lights a cigarette and says “OK, we can go.” Half an hour later I happily reach the bus station (thanks to the GPS, because the driver got lost) and my new friend wishes me good luck and drives off squealing tires.

Cocaine: checked.