Nigel wanted to go skiing. We’ve been skiing twice already this year. I’m sure Poland was the last place in the world he wanted to go instead of the slopes, in fact, I don’t think he was interested in going anywhere if there wasn’t going to be skis and snow involved. I however, have never been to Poland, and as skiing wasn’t an option and cheap flights were available this weekend – Poland it was.

I booked with Wizz Air – a low cost Hungarian airline. We flew with them to Budapest last year, so were well aware that it was an Eastern European version of Easyjet – just pink and purple instead of orange and brown.

We arrived at 9.30pm after a white knuckle mini bus ride from Katowice Airport to Kraków. I realised about 24 hours before leaving that Katowice/Kraków airport is actually nowhere near Kraków. Wizz Air employing dodgy marketing tactics in billing it as such. So a bus was booked sharpish over the internet, and me and the grumpy husband were transported (solo) in the dark across the Polish countryside at 80mph to reach the city.

Whilst I was keen to jump in a taxi to the hotel, I was persuaded to take the 1km or so walk from the bus/train station through the town. A fine mizzly mist just added to the mood as we made the trek.

It struck us after a few minutes that although there were people about, noone seemed to be actually talking to eachother. Even the people walking through the city in groups or pairs were not actually saying anything – everyone was walking around in an eerie silence. It was hugely unnerving.

We found the hotel without much trouble, checked in, dumped the bags, and headed out into the square in search of food and beer. What we found was a fab pizza, followed by a bar with furry walls. Just the ticket.