Post 9/11 the security on the Aviano Air Force Base had heightened since my previous visit. We had to obtain a pass for me to enter the base to board the bus. Getting a bunch of women collectively on a bus (some were air force personnel, some were wives) was like herding worms. After finding out there was access to video on the bus and a television screen, there were stops to the base video store. We boarded with sleeping bags, pillows, snacks and a few bottles of wine (it was going to be a long night). Unfortunately, although we had enough entertainment for the 15 hour drive, the bus wasn't the one we had booked, and there was no toilet!
With promises of castle views scattered in the Austrian mountains and clear roads I was excited to visit three countries I had not seen before. We had two Italian drivers and the idea was that one would sleep while the other drove. There was a huge communication problem because neither of them spoke English and the few women who had taken some Italian language classes couldn't communicate effectively. This caused a big problem because the drivers thought they were going to drop us off and we would shop all day while they slept, but the plan was that they would drive us from pottery to pottery. Instead of alternating sleep, they chatted all through the night and I don't think we were the only on

Austria has an open border with Italy so we sailed through without mishap. The full moon lighted the villages, and castles scattered along the mountain sides were well lit. I got a few blurred pictures of what I thought might be a castle or two. The scenery, even at night, was spectacular. The fastest route would have been through the Czech Republic but there had been reports of problems at the borders and so it was decided to drive around the Czech Republic and go through

While talking to two ladies on the bus, I found out that the Czech Republic wasn't the only border where there were problems. Apparently, the Polish aren't overly enthusiastic about tourists and the ladies were happy to tell me stories of aggressive border guards. Someone popped in a video and while watching a badly chosen movie, The Pianist which was about war torn Poland, we headed toward Boleslawiec.