Here we met various old acquaintances as they flew in from Heathrow or converged from different parts of town.
Almost three hours on a very comfortable coach saw us over the border with Poland, a couple of kilometres beyond which the flesh pots of Jakuszyce beckoned. Namely the Hotel Biathlon, in which we are ensconced for the next week.
There's not much else here, apart from a load of cross-country ski trails accessible from the door. Luckily we came across a man from Estonia, Yuri, who had been recruited by our indomitable leader, Andy, to fit everyone out with skiing gear. He just about managed that before setting off on a 16 hour drive back to Estonia. It seems that none of the local outfitters was able to cope with our group of 18 people.
That left time for most of us to enjoy a pleasurable (once we warmed up) 7 km ski from the hotel, during which night fell. Luckily the moon is bright tonight!
We later discovered that the beer here is cheap and the meals are tasty and huge.
(To be sent tomorrow if I can find either WiFi or a phone signal.)