Yesterday, my husband and I visited Auschwitz via a small bus tour. We stopped at a hotel to pick up two couples. One guy got on the bus with a bottle of beer, and Michael the driver indicated that was not such a good idea. The guy said, "It's okay; almost done with it." Next one of the women got on and said, "Is there some place we can get food on this tour? We haven't had anything to eat yet." (This was at noon.) The four of them sat on the back of the bus and chatted away (in a language I could not identify), laughing hysterically while we picked up the other tourists. My husband said to me, "They must think this is the Auschwitz party bus." Once everyone was on the bus, Michael explained the schedule for the day and said we would watch a video about Auschwitz on the way. The guy with the beer yelled, "Yeah Michael." The video began and the foursome continued to talk and laugh. I will give them credit for lowering the volume, but still... It was a pretty grim video, as you would expect.
Thankfully, we never saw them again. They were nowhere to be found when it was time to move on to Birkenau. Michael drove us over and said he'd go back to Auschwitz to look for them. He did find them and told us they decided to return by taxi.