Scottish Bob in Polska

So Wroclaw

Never did continue about that story.

Well returned to room to find that, low and behold we had been broken into. A brief inspection of the room, looked like nothing had been touched. However after an inspection of the safe hiding places in our luggage, well I had lost my phone and my wallet. It is strange that the room was imaculate. The rucksack was all zipped up and everything neatly put back into place. Its like they knew where to look. Calm descended over me. I used Beniots phone to call my sleepy mother to cancel my cards. What a saint, at 2pm her time she did the necessary as the security guard arrives to ask what all the trouble was. Thankfully he spoke German so Benoit explained to him our predicament."Do you want me to call the Police?" he asks. Of course I do, I explain in Polish, with a few choice swear words in English.

Give them their due, the Police arrived in about 5 mins, took our statements then which was my best acting/Polish display ever under the influence of drink. We made an hour long statement. We where then offered another room and told that a detective would come early tomorrow to complete the rest of the paperwork. at 5am I passed out.

posted by Bob @ 9:06 AM