My iPhone burst in to life much earlier than we’d been getting up over the previous days, reminding us that it was time to go home.
Showering, shaving and stuffing the final bits and pieces in to our cases, we did one final check that nothing had been left behind, something that reminds me of traveling with the kids where you’d find all sorts of things hidden in drawers, cupboards and under the bed. We quietly closed the door on our room, dropped the plastic key in the box by the door and headed out once again across the road to our final breakfast in Sucre.
Sitting at a table by the window we watched the good folk of Warsaw going about their daily business whilst also keeping one eye on the bus stop for the 175 bus that would eventually take us back to the airport.
Back at the airport as we queued to board, we were delighted to see that one of the British Airways Centenary liveried planes was there to fly us home.
And that was Warsaw. We really enjoyed Warsaw. The city is a delight, with lots to see and enjoy and also, lots of history too. Sadly though, the good folk of Warsaw are not the friendliest and do very little to make you feel welcome in their wonderful country.
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