Tim Dobson's Blog

After being up quite late the night before, we were happy to get up in the morning to go to zackupan(typed here phonetically in english). my correspondantes father gave us a lift to his school, where a coach was waiting for us. after about two our coach journey through rolling picturebook countryside on typically polish, bumpy winding motorways, as we passed numourous people trying to make their living by selling random tourist craft stuff and the side of the road from decreptid caravans etc.