Home, just. I missed my flight. Story to follow.
Anyway, I just rolled off the flight, bus, metro and got to the hostel. Dropped off my bag and made my way to Godor Klub where I met up with my cycling buddies from around Europe!
I just got in the door when I was greeted by Marcin from Poland "ah, we were just talking about you. Come and look...."
Someone has planted an onion. Without permission!"
And here it was!!! In the courtyard of the klub.
So, that was a good start. I felt welcome and at home. By the way, it's a fantastic city for guerrilla gardening. It should be ground zero. There are SO many tree pits and flower boxes, just DYING for a bit of attention. I think I may come back for 24 hours next spring with as much as my baggage allowance can permit, of seed bombs!!! And go mad!!!41