Polish trains aren’t all bad…there are quite a few which are much worse than bad. I know this after 7 hours (400ish kms) in the oppressive heat and confined space of a regional baggage carriage packed with people and their possessions, hurtling (sorry, trundling) towards the south-eastern edge of Poland.
Strangely enough, thoughts about Dante’s Nine Circles of Hell and their parallels with my journey from Wrocław to Łańcut kept chipping away at the modicum of sanity at the abraded edges of my consciousness. What better way to protect my psyche than to unleash it on my unsuspecting readers? But do not abandon all hope, ye who enter here! And pass through the gate quickly please (there’s a queue forming).