Poznan, Oct '91.
The Cork contigent made there way up to Dublin to meet our Doob friends, there was a lorra drink consumed before we got on the flight to Poznan and a lorra Tequila consumed on the plane. We arrived in great voice in to a corrugated iron cattle-shed that was the Poznan airport arrivals terminal. We were segregated and hearded in to Four groups of about Forty, I was in the Second group and all me mates were in the First group, the First group all had their passports checked, Etc and were sent off to the waiting coach.They saw me left behind and starting shouting over to me; "C'mon Cash, C'mon FFS !". With that I walked around a barrier and joined up with me mates, we hit the town hard that night, the hotel even put Strippers on fer us, back in '91 condems and Playboy were illegal in catholic Ireland, so the Strippers way back then went down very well indeed !
The next morning a knock at my hotel door, it was Ray Treacy (RIP) from Ray Treacy travel who were organising the trip.
Ray always called me 'Star' as he reckoned I only ever came out by night.
Ray sez to me; "Good morning 'Star', did you know that there was 167 passengers on the flight yesterday and 166 have entry visa's in to Poland, but you don't, C'mon get dressed the Irish consulate is waiting downstairs to see you".
'Bleary-eyed' I threw on a few clothes and followed Ray downstairs to a private meeting room, the Irish consulate greets me and tells me; "You don't have an entry visa, so without an entry visa you cannot get an exit visa", all that was followed by all kinds of ludicrous suggestions like taking an apartment in Poznan fer a few months while it was being sorted out, eventually the consulate said to me; "Look, just do what you did coming in again and we will talk more if that doesn't work".