In the morning, we headed for Helsinki (or, like my mom likes to call it, “Sundown in Finnish”. That’s a joke only the German speakers among you will understand … and then you’ll facepalm because it’s really bad). We couldn’t stay there long, as we needed to check in at the airport. Getting from Finland to Poland by train is … tricky.
The plane we boarded was not what I had expected, after all, I was used to big planes that transport passengers for 2-3 hours, preferably to Greece. This one was a bit … smaller.
Start and travel wasn’t too bad, but the landing made me almost throw up. Almost being the important word here. But after surviving the landing, we weren’t done, as we hadn’t arrived in Warsaw, as intended, but in Riga. With 20 minutes to find our gate and immediately board, we didn’t get to see anything of the city, except for a bird’s eye perspective.
What we did see before landing, were the beaches along the coastline. Kilometers upon kilometers of sand … I noted it down as a possible place for a future vacation.
In Warsaw, we arrived around 7 in the evening (with me first thinking it was already 8, because I had failed to take time zones into account) and were picked up by 
He showed us around a bit.
I must say, Warsaw isn’t what I expected, although to be fair, I couldn’t say what I expected. The atmosphere was, while typically “big city stressful”, still nice. Street musicians were at every corner, you left the sound of one song and were immediately surrounded by another one.
When we went out to eat, the difference in food prices between Scandinavia and Poland became obvious. While we had paid 16€ for a Burger in Finland, a burger about the same size cost about 5-6€. Money is weird.
Later that night, we took a train to go to