The Christmas market had certainly been more intense than I had bargined for. My drinking and staying out late days have been well behind me for the last couple of years. The market itself is much like any other central European Christmas market. Tasteful toys, clothes and food sold from stalls. It was late Sunday afternoon and the throngs of people were what was causing me problems! Feeling distinctly ill I had to make my excuses and head back to the hotel, leaving B looking worried. Edging across the square I was almost sick on the shoes of a duo of patroling policemen. Halfway down Wiślna everything suddenly became more stable. "Pull yourself together" I told myself, "stiff upper lip", I marched back into the centre of Krakow.