The Pleasures of 4Ply

No, that's not text message abbreviation, I'm talking about 4-ply toilet paper. You don't really begin to appreciate the stuff till you've been traveling for a few days with an interminably runny nose, using the 0.5-ply brown paper from the hostels to blow your steadily reddening nose.

It began in Cesky Krumlov, after a night of watching the most fantastic pub-band night unfold. The next morning I woke with a little sniff in my nose which developed into a full blown, (excuse the pun), full scale, niagra falls type runny nose. It wasn't till I arrived in Krakow, Poland, that I managed to - first of all get the heavenly 4-ply paper - then knock it on the head somewhat.

Unfortunately, being a little sick, I wasn't feeling up to much tourism, so Krakow - in all of its snowy coldness - probably didn't get the fair-run that it deserved.

Now I'm back in Berlin, spending my last days here walking around, and my last nights here hanging out with Anna and Toby.