First night in Poland

Part 1 of Poland:

In the last post I left the British and met up with Karolina and Gosia. We had a plane to catch from Copenhagen to Warsaw at around 10pm.

We had to wait around at the airport doing all the usual security bullshit/check-in stuff. Of course whilst going through the metal detector the alarm went off for me...
'Take your belt off sir, and shoes,' Says the security guard.
I did as he wished and of course my pants immediately fell down. He then patted me down while I was standing on this little stool and as I had to raise my arms above my head my pants fell down again. Luckily I am now used to this happening, besides he was the one who had to come uncomfortably close to my groin area.

Karolina and Gosia thought it was good for a laugh, this was good in a way as it was their first time flying and may have settled any nerves they were having. We moved into the lounge to wait for boarding to begin. When boarding began, the airline woman looked at my passport and then at me, then back at my passport. Great, I was thinking, what now.
'What happened to the long hair?' She asks me.
She was asking because in my photo I have dreadlocks, whereas now I have very short hair.
What do you think happened lady? I got a fucking haircut. This is what I wanted to say but she looked nice so I told her it had been time for a change.

The plane trip was pretty uneventful and we landed in Warsaw at about 11pm. Karolina's sister, Ania was meeting us at the airport with her boyfriend to drive us home. It was a long drive, five hours in total. Both Gosia's and Karolina's parents had no idea that they were coming home, it was a complete surprise. First we dropped off Gosia at her house, it was nearly 4am by this time. Ania then drove Karolina and I to her mums house and we went inside. There dog, Bocek went mental and half woke her mum up. Karolina then went into her mums bedroom and her mum started screaming, it was funny and scary at the same time. Then her mum saw me and I spoke the Polish I had being practicing over the last week. I will write what I said in English.
'Hello Marishou (Her name is Marion but Marishou is a very nice way of saying that), my name is Jesse and I am from Australia. It is nice to meet you.'
She was impressed (I think) and immediately wanted to prepare food for me. It was 4am! I couldn't refuse, in fact I don't think anyone can refuse food from this woman. She prepared some Kielbasa sausage and it was the best I've ever had, homemade too. Meanwhile Ania came home and it was like a family reunion, they were so happy to see her it was a good feeling.

It was a really nice house too, apparently over 80 years old. It had a really nice old wooden staircase that led to the second story, and my bedroom. I was damn tired and so was Karolina, so we went to bed with her mum promising a smörgåsbord of food the next day.