Sam and I made our way back to the Dizzy Daisy Hostel in the early evening. Sleep overtook us and we happily lost two hours. We awoke refreshed and were again able to speak to one another. We both admitted that we were becoming bored with the sound of our own voices. We made our way back to the Rynek where we found a subterranean Mexican restaurant. The chilli soup was excellent. Again I was assaulted by dill when the second course arrived. When the third arrived, a rather extravagant chocolate cake with spun sugar, I was a little concerned that is too might be covered in the little green herb.