Apparently we docked at 1:00 am, so right after breakfast we got in the lineup for passport control.
During breakfast, my other waiter greeted me in Polish and began brushing up against my shoulders while I was seated again. He didn’t say anything about me not meeting him last night. When I got up after eating, he came towards me brushing off his lips and extended his arms. I held out my hand to shake hands with him, but he was saying “kiss me – kiss me”. Another waiter then started saying “kiss me too” and another said “how about me”. I laughed and ran out. 🙂
In the passport control, I was the only one who was searched – but when they search, they really search. They didn’t find my pine cone though. 🙂 It was packed in the center of the suitcase and they dug into the corners. (I wish I had taken a picture of my pine cone – but it doesn’t look like I did, and I must have finally disposed of it a few years ago when I last painted my living room and removed the shelf it sat on for many years. It was about 8 inches long and about 5 inches across.)
When we got into the terminal, we found out that there was a transit strike – so the taxis were backed up several hours. The docks are some distance from the train station, but our train doesn’t leave until 9:30 – so we should be ok.
We actually did fine though because we were in the right place at the right time when a cab showed up and the client they were looking for was not around. I don’t know if they found another means of travel or if they had just gone to the washrooms – but the driver asked us if we were waiting for a cab and we wasted no time in jumping in.
We still had to wait at the train station for hours, but at least we didn’t have to worry about getting here on time. Paul showed up around 8:00 pm but his train doesn’t leave until 11:30 pm. Doris is in the same car as we are, so we all waited together in the station and had dinner together also. (I didn’t mention it, but I think Doris came in the same cab as we did.) Hank is supposed to be somewhere on this train, but I haven’t seen him yet.
About half the people at the station today were from the Stefan Batory, so there were a lot of familiar faces. I’m not sure how many of them ended up on the same train though. Hank is supposed to be on this train, but I haven’t seen him yet. It is a pretty jerky ride on the train – I miss the rolling of the ship.