Gjhen Dobre, Greetings from Polska

I shouldn't be writing this write now. I am sitting in a gorgeous 9th floor apartment outside the center of Warsaw, Poland, the capital city with a great skyline view of everything. It is now 2;15 in the morning and I should be resting before my train ride to Krakow, but this is the last that I have free internet so I'm gonna use it. Can't do pictures though so sorry! It has been an interesting last couple days to say the least. I left the flat officially at 7 on wednesday night. It was tough to go. This was now my home, and held all that felt safe and secure, and I was about to embark on a journey living out of a backpack for almost a month. Not to mention that the first week I would be all alone. Caught my bus to london at 7:30 and comfortably made it to Irene my luther friends london flat to sleep over. Connections are everything! Got up before the rest of the house, and jumped on a 1.5 hour bus ride to Stansted Airport for my flight to Poland. I got up plenty early, and was in the highest of spirits and was determined to start my day out right as I did, but it only went downhill from there.
Our plane left an hour late, which was ok seeing that the flight to poland was apparently downwind and thus an hour and a half shorter than flying to London (go figure). As we were coming in to Poland, I could't help but notice that there was no buildings or any signs of a city. I could see below the tops of trees flicking past as we decended into a heavily wooded area, with shacks and random little roads crossing the forest. As we landed we past some hangers with grass growing on top for camoflouge, and a fleet of polish fighter jets (small ones) all lined up outside these buildings. At the end of the runaway was a small little building which was our airport, and men in uniform were wandering around as our airport personel. I guess I just landed in a military landing or something, but things didn't look too good.
I get off the plane, and a lot of families are reuniting and going god knows where. I exit the building expecting a bus or something to the nearby city, but all I see are a few huge vans almost full with luggage and people and 2 taxis. I talk to the first driver, but he doesn't understand me and just ignores me. I am getting scared seeing very few possiblilties around and it's getting dark. The second driver, I try to communicate with. No English whatsoever there either. I don't know what I expected, but I figured that a few people would speak the language like my Polish friend back home. This was a foolish notion as I learned over the next few days. He agrees to drive me after I convince him with train noises and motions, and showing him phrases in my book, and he convinces me to pay a ridiculous amount of money. i agree because I am scared and desperate and don't want him to leave me stranded. The ride was a whole whopping 45 minutes to the city through all these woods and open land. No city to be seen!
He takes me to the central station, and I excitedly get in a lengthy line, and manage to miss my train to Warsaw by 5 minutes. When I get to the front, a grouchy lady frowns at me, and shoos me away motioning that she knows know English. I am already scared again, as I notice the cruddy doors hanging off of the building, graffitti all around and chipped paint. The place looks like a shit hole, and it's the first thing I see of Poland, after the military base,a nd neither paints a pretty picture. No one speaks my tongue,a nd I find the schedule and learn that I must wait 7 hours for the next train. That is almost 11 at night! What am I gonna do!?? Seriously wanted to sit down and cry. the whole world was against me, and I haven't met a single person who understands what I need. I have never ridden a train and don't know how to get my pass stamped and no one is there to explain. Let me just say, this was one of the scariest few hours of my life...really. Not as in fear of death, but so utterly lost and dazed that I just wanted to give up. But... I didn't cry, nor did I give in.
I called Hubert. He is the man I was supposed to meet in Warsaw and would be staying with for the next few days. Kat, my Polish friend from the Bakery back home hooked me up. Through a pay phone and a special card I got a hold of, hubert was there and picked up. What a joyous moment! Someone to talk to and to understand me. He assured me that I could be in a worse position (hard to believe) annd would pick me up in the station at 6 that morning. A huge weight felt like it had just been blown off by Hubert, and I hung up with better spirits. I stowed my luggage in the locker, and hit the city to explore and grab some grub. The first few blocks were gross and intimidating but it got nicer nearing the center, and I started to feel comfortable, then my new bracelet broke and I lost a piece on the sidewalk throwing me into another temporarily foul mood. it was dark so the atmosphere was a little nerve wracking wandering around but nice. Found a nice Jazz Cafe to eat and read at, and with a full stomach felt much more comfortable.
Found my train just before 11. I settled in for the long 7 hour journey through the night, till last minute, to young (16-18) polish girls asked in jibberish if they could sit in my booth. I gestured that it was alright. Two more people...know big deal I thought to myself. Two minutes later, another two girls of about the same high school age show up, and now I have this little train booth with four jibbering and chattering teenage girls, and I can't understand a word. I figured out that they could speak a little English, and tried to make conversation. Showed them my book Eragon, and that peaked their interest for a while, but they weren't too interested in trying to talk English. I then asked them if they could ask the man next door if he would let me stay with him, so they could have the booth to themselves, I just wanted to sleep really, and wanted a bit more of a relaxing journey, but they misunderstood and insisted that I stay with them. Well that was that, and I spent the night trying to read, listening to music and staring blankly into nothingness. Managed to grab a couple hours of shuteye but that was all.
5:50 rolls around, and we have arrived! I jump out and make my way to the waiting area. Hubert comes from behind me and says my name, and as soon as I hear that, I know life will be better. Someone is here to take care of me, and that he did. Both he and his girlfriend Dominika are wonderful people and more than helpful. He gave me a key to his great apartment, a local polish cell phone so I could call him or her anytime and to be in touch. And helped me with some maps and getting a tram pass. They are truly godsends the both of them! I then crashed around 9, and accidently slept til 2. Well deserved I think though!
Well that was the great calamity of day 1, but that was 2 days ago but I also need sleep so I must bid farewell for now and will make all known as to the positive and enjoyable experiences I've had here in Warsaw!
Dohveetshehnah!!!!!!