Sokolka is such a dreary place. Stepped off an overbooked train into the rain thinking why on earth did I stop here? But it's all right for a final night in Poland. There's a weird attic guesthouse above a nice restaurant on a back street. The owner knew who I was as soon as I showed up at the door. He speaks Russian; Belarus is only a few kilometers away from here. The train to Lithuania is chronically sold out, so tomorrow I get off in Suwalki and board a Flixbus to Marijampole, Lithuania.