Hot in the City

But which city hmmm? Krakow, Poland, that's which city. Helping out with the celebrations entailed in Mr StevieFish's stag do a couple of weeks before he gets hitched.

The blip was going to be 'Passaporta Italiana', a source of regular customs inconvenience for our groom-to-be, but as we were preparing to go and eat (and drink and drink and drink and drink) having arrived in the city and done a quick recce, the giant 'HOT' from across the street (part of, obviously, 'HOTEL') lined up absolutely perfectly in the partly opened curtains.

The evening lived up to expectations with a decent meal followed by a lake of alcohol in the form of whisky, vodka and beer. Our soon-to-be-shackled hero being escorted back to the rented apartment sometime around 2am-ish.

Coming up on day two... Guns. Food. Alcohol.