Homeward bound? Well yes, in a way, but yet with many miles to go and with lots of bridges to cross.

The "grave of the unknown soldier" reminding us of the tragic loss of lives from all those young men who struggled against the Nazi invasion during the Second world war as well as commemorating the lives of numerous victims from the Soviet era which subsequently followed.

On approaching the Old town one can only be amazed at the authenticity of this reconstructed part of the city which was blown to smithereens during the Nazi invasion, in fact to no less than approximately 90%!

On that last foggy morning in Warsaw when we had packed our bags and eaten our breakfast at the youth hostel where we were staying, we attempted to walk the few miles to the main railway station but got lost somewhere along the way. So with some assistance from vendors and other pedestrians, we finally managed to get the direction right and scrambled on for the train terminal, arriving there at the very last minute.

Here you can see just how content I am while raising a glass to herald the East and West  European train services. Even though leaving those Eastern parts of Europe wasn't exactly a joyous event to Carina and me meaning we would now have to return to the more costly part of Europe while also losing the vibrant old Polish society behind. Both Slovakia and Poland are part of the EU, but in spite of this there is most definitely a different mentality dominating in these countries where people take care of their old culture almost as one would cuddle a baby! Unfortunately, this would not apply so much to Sweden where everything is vastly about modernization, of throwing out the old to bring in the new.