The next day I ask Marek why he was pissed.  He says, “Because I was drinking.”  Duh, pissed for Europeans means drunk.

 

We load up all our gear and pile into the van for the 4 hours to the airport.  Bjoern is still drunk and the highlight of the drive is when he says, “I am so glad I didn’t get füking mental last night”.  I sit in the front next to Oxana for the roller coaster ride of my life.  100km/hr down a winding wet mountain road in the rain, the driver is (of course) texting on his phone while he drives.  At one point we come to a blind corner and as we round it, there is a mud slide covering the left side of the road and a cow walking on the other.  Oh what fun!!!  Mineralnye Vody to Moscow.  Moscow to Warsaw.  Marek’s girlfriend Ania picks us up at the airport and we can all relax.