Tomek and I took a trip to the Czech Republic in Marta’s car (on a booze run), although our real sightseeing base was actually Bukowina Tatrzańska and the Melon guesthouse. Along the way, we naturally visited Krakow, where I could easily be a tour guide by now. At the border, we asked the customs officer how much alcohol we were legally allowed to bring in. It turned out to be an amount we couldn’t have fit in the Golf anyway. That was my last encounter with a customs officer when crossing a land border.