It seems you can go anywhere in the world and yet everything, except your location, stays the same. I'm sipping a mug of coffee while the cries of distant footy fans, yelps of discontent children and laughter from passers-by provide a backdrop to my writing. The night is as hot as the day, the sun now setting behind the largest church in Europe only a few steps away from my hostel. It's been just a day in Gdansk, but it feels like any other. I don't feel like a stranger here, but a part of the beauty and warmth integrated into every corner of the city.
My flight was very yellow and blue. I sat next to famous DJ Sonique and shared some friendly banter while our plane encircled Poland. I enthusiastically bound over to Tom at the arrivals gate, in disbelief that I was finally witnessing the country that was, and in some ways still is, his home. After a sweltering tour of the city, a quick dump n run at the hostel and an urgently required water stop, we met Kev and his family on the beach; crowded but beautiful, and the beach wasn't bad either! Kev's four daughters delighted me with questions, stories, games, more questions - a welcome I truly appreciated. I ate with the family before returning to my accomodation, where I met an interesting Canadian who is currently cycling around Europe.
Today is Sunday; a time for us as Christians to gather together and worship the Lord. That we did and afterwards, we had a BBQ, just what was needed in the intense heat of the day. I joined Tom at his girlfriend's film set. She is currently shooting a make-up advert. Being nobodies in a somebody crowd, we had little to do but sit and drink and sit some more. Boredom ensuing, we went our seperate ways, possibly meeting again later tonight.
I have an apple in my bag, half a packet of Digestives in my stomach and a queue of people waiting for the internet, so here I shall conclude.