We lost Karl at the Wawel. He ran ahead to set up the crowning shot of his film and we didn't see him again. We were only moments behind him. We searched the Wawel and in the end we had to jump in a taxi and head to the airport. Hopefully he didn't wait too long. It feels like the fitting end to a film. A metaphor for his struggle to save Krakow.

The following is a list of keywords that relate to stories from our return journey, the details of which will be absent from this post. If anyone would like to know more about any of them please get in touch.

Al-Qeada

Police on the plane

Road closed car crash

Pizza in Bala

Car crash somewhere near Comins Coch.

Aberystwyth. Bed.

Thank god!