Part 1 posted two days ago, and part 2 was yesterday, part of my series of pre-written posts while hubby and I are hopefully enjoying the wonders of China not on a tour...
We left off with my arriving in Poznan, Poland, waiting to meet up with my brother. We were supposed to meet at track 4 of the train station again, and this time we had two separate meeting times, but no back-up meeting place, because neither of us had ever been there so we had no idea what church or other landmark might be a good meeting spot.
Fortunately, my train arrived in Poznan and I was happy to see that the train station was like pretty much every other train station in the entire world, except apparently Munich, with track numbers beginning at 1 and going up from there. So I found a seat on a bench at track 4 and I waited.
The first meeting time came and went.
I was irritated. I decided to leave the train station and go find a hotel, assuming his no-show meant that he had decided to go to Amsterdam instead.
It was a long trek to the hotel, so I got there and checked in, and it was already time to head back to the train station for our second meeting time.
Unfortunately, I hadn't paid close attention to how long it took me to get to the hotel, so the walk back to the train station (though I tried to jog some of it (I was NOT in good shape at the time)) ended up getting me there about 15 minutes after the appointed meeting time.
Shoot. I was banking on the idea that he'd decided to go to Amsterdam with his friends and not meet me in Poznan. So I left the train station to find an internet cafe. I figured I'd send him an email expressing my irritation, and I could check my work emails, and probably find a phone to call my mom and at least let her know the status. She again was our designated information repository. When I spoke to her, she had no update from him, but I left her the name and phone number of my hotel in case he called to get it.
All that took some time.
Then I leisurely walked back to the hotel and was quite surprised to find there was a message waiting for me when I picked up my room key. The note said that my brother had called, told me where he was staying, and said to meet him at a bar near his hotel at a time that was only about 15 minutes away when I got the message.
So I hurried up to my room to get dressed and head back out, in search of some sailor bar in Poznan.