One Heck Of A Ride

145 Poland’s Roaring Stags Polish with our interpreter, George’s and Zelda’s passports were returned, but mine was not released to the interpreter until after even more discussion. “What was that all about?” I asked when everyone was back in the car and we were headed back to the lodge. “They thought you were a German and the Germans could somehow use that picture to make Poland look bad,” the interpreter said. “I told them you owned a carpet store in America.” Our group spent our last night in Poland at the Hotel Orbis Forum Warsaw. The next morning, we flew to Copenhagen and the last leg of our truly fine European adventure. The flash from taking this photo led to the group being stopped and questioned by local police. It took a while to convince authorities that author not a German spy and was only inspecting the carpeting