{"id":2630,"date":"2013-09-09T21:59:52","date_gmt":"2013-09-10T04:59:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/psychosolodiver.com\/?p=2630"},"modified":"2013-09-09T22:06:06","modified_gmt":"2013-09-10T05:06:06","slug":"my-travel-to-and-arrival-in-warsaw","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/psychosolodiver.com\/?p=2630","title":{"rendered":"My Travel To And Arrival In Warsaw!"},"content":{"rendered":"

September 8, 2013<\/strong><\/p>\n

Profesional Debriefer Paul drove me to the airport after a ragging night out in the ghetto of Long Beach.<\/p>\n

Traffic was great Saturday morning and I was dropped off at the American Airlines terminal with no problem… and that’s when the problems started.<\/p>\n

The stupid “Self Check In” is nothing more than a mind fuck in futility.<\/p>\n

After typing in my flight info, it asked me to scan my passport.<\/p>\n

It didn’t read, so I typed in the information manually.<\/p>\n

The stupid machine then told me that I needed an agent to help me finish my check in.<\/p>\n

Great, there was one agent at the bag check in, with a line of six people.<\/p>\n

Fuck it, I cancelled the check in and waited in line.<\/p>\n

Going through security, I noticed they had one line break into two – one goes through a metal detector, the other they subject you to the porno X-Ray scanner. <\/p>\n

I thought it was great that they gave you a choice..<\/p>\n

Belt off, shoes off, all my shit in a container and I’m waiting in line for the metal detector and one of the TSA guys tells me to go to the other line.<\/p>\n

“You want me to go through that?” I asked.<\/p>\n

“Yes, Sir.”<\/p>\n

“I’ll take the pat down.”<\/p>\n

I was wearing my Albania hat; was he was profiling me?<\/p>\n

“Male assist! Male assist! We have an opt-out!” he yelled.<\/p>\n

So, he had me stand aside on these two outlines of shoes, as my stuff went through the X-ray and sat unclaimed for several minutes.<\/p>\n

Then, this big dude wearing latex gloves walks over to me and escorts me around the porno scanner and takes my stuff to a table on the side where he basically does a Police frisk down, without the part about slamming my head into a car hood and a few kidney punches.<\/p>\n

As he was feeling my inner thighs, my belt-less pants slid halfway down my ass, giving a day’s thrill for all the ladies watching.<\/p>\n

“Pull your pants up, and if my gloves don’t test positive for explosives, you’re done,” the TSA guy said.<\/p>\n

I had an hour and a half until my flight to Dallas Fort Worth.<\/p>\n

I sat at an airport pizzeria, drinking beer and listening to the chick next to me complain that there was garlic on her pizza.<\/p>\n

Why would anyone go to a pizzeria if you didn’t like garlic?<\/p>\n

The flight to Dallas Fort Worth was uneventful – no complaints here.<\/p>\n

\"There's

There’s an ashtray outside of each lavatory – why?<\/p><\/div>\n

I needed to go to Terminal D; a sign pointed right indicating that that’s where I need to go.<\/p>\n

One of the staff pointed left and said, “That way is the quickest way to Terminal D.”<\/p>\n

“But the sign points the other way?”<\/p>\n

“Go left for the train.”<\/p>\n

The train?<\/p>\n

I’m going to be sitting for nine hours, I’ll walk.<\/p>\n

\"Dallas

Dallas Fort Worth Airport – the suckers took a crowded train, I got this part of the airport all to myself.<\/p><\/div>\n

The 777 flight to Heathrow in London was as nice as could be.<\/p>\n

I sat next to “Remy” from Lithuania who proceeded to give me the third degree about what I do for a living, why I’m going to Poland, etc.<\/p>\n

We witnessed a UFO over Detroit – video proof will have to wait for my return.<\/p>\n

\"There

There is something really wrong about being in a pressurized Aluminum tube traveling this fast, this high and this cold.<\/p><\/div>\n

And then came transferring at Heathrow – I was warned it is one of the worst airports in the world.<\/p>\n

The only thing I found inconvenient was going back through security.<\/p>\n

With an hour and a half layover, I still had time to pound a few beers at the pub.<\/p>\n

\"Just

Just like going to Albania, a bus picked us up to take us to the plane.<\/p><\/div>\n

\"Into

Into the tube, and into the plane.<\/p><\/div>\n

I sat between two really hot chicks – a brunette to my right and a sort-of Paris Hilton look alike on my left.<\/p>\n

The flight was delayed an hour while some technicians repaired the hot water heater – as long as the beer was cold, I didn’t care.<\/p>\n

Two hours later, I arrived in Warsaw!<\/p>\n

\"Downtown

Downtown Warsaw<\/p><\/div>\n

I asked the lady at the currency exchange in Polish, if she spoke English.<\/p>\n

The best I can tell, is that she said, “No, but obviously you speak good Polish.” <\/p>\n

Mirek’s friend picked me up at the airport and drove me to my Hotel – MDM Warszawa.<\/p>\n

I called Greg, my contact for diving.<\/p>\n

On Tuesday, a man named Igor will be picking me up to go to Cracow, and then North for diving.<\/p>\n

I proceeded to go bar hopping and got so wasted I actually barfed on the sacred streets of Warsaw.<\/p>\n

That part, sans the barfing, will have to wait for the video.<\/p>\n

One of the bartenders remarked about my Polish – “You talk so slow in Polish, I thought you were drunk when you first came in.”<\/p>\n

I slept until noon, completely comatose.<\/p>\n

At 6 PM, I met another one of my Warsaw contacts, Tusia:<\/p>\n

\"Tusia

Tusia and I eat dinner in Warsaw.<\/p><\/div>\n

I got a prepaid disposable phone for use while I’m hear, but the interface is all in Polish.<\/p>\n

So, what did I forget when I packed?<\/p>\n

My C-Card; I hope that won’t be an issue.<\/p>\n

It is 7 AM on Tuesday as I write this; for the next few days, I’ll be traveling to Crakow, Gdansk and Hel.<\/p>\n

I will do my best to keep my three readers up to date on the diving here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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