The little Polish guy

Meet my new man. The boy bought him for me in Krakow so I'm not lonely when he works away. But since the boy has hidden all the duty free chocolate it only seems right to ditch my so called fiancé for this little fella.

I don't know his name as he doesn't speak any English and he doesn't smile that much either but then neither does the boy on a week day. I reckon he'd like to share a vodka or two with me though.

I'll be back blipping the photos of lovely Krakow as soon as I have hunted down the Milka!