Description & Facts: Clips from a tour around Poland's ancient royal capital, back in 1998. It demonstrates how long I was in Eastern Europe - and also why I need to get back there. Ten years, can it really be that long? I arrived in Krakow with precisely one Polish phrase at my disposal: Na zdrowie, (cheers). That turned out to be quite useful actually, as did the frayed map and the few addresses of local business people and translators I brought with me. It was April 1998, and I had ten weeks to not only write the bulk of a guidebook to Krakow, but also find, hire and train staff, sell advertising in the guide, commission maps, appoint a designer, a printer, a distributor, ad infinitum. To achieve that end, I worked all the hours that God provides, and a few supplied by the devil. To me, the best part of the job was the research; whether shuffling about in museums or shifting around the dance floor in smoky discotheques. When it came to the reviews, I tried to inject as much humour as possible. Example, after being followed by security at one museum, I wrote: "The heavy handed curators who trail you from room to tiny room seem to consciously emulate the bad old days of the secret police. The new, invasive museum going experience begins here, paranoia fans"... Similarly, a visit to a certain Feniks disco produced: "If your idea of a great night out is grazing at a buffet while a band in spangled waistcoats belt out phonetically remembered covers of oldies like Dr Hook's Twenty-Four Years I