Alejandro and I arrived in Prague around 11pm. As we were walking from the train station to our hostel we saw: three brothels, two fancy art galleries, a burlesque/cabaret strip show, a fancy hotel, a Mexican restaurant, and a police station all on the same block. NO JOKE. I also keep seeing these bank adverts with two stereotypical old Chinese men with the long white beard and mustache getting into a fancy red car and laughing abut something that is clearly hilarious. Prague has a sense of humor.
Holy nuggets, it has been a schlep to get to Prague! More than a schlep, it’s been a pain in the keester! Our story begins the night of May 24th.
It was 11pm, Alejandro and I were waiting for our 11:30pm overnight train to Vienna. The train station was pretty empty except for sleepy travelers. The timetable said our train was 15 minutes delayed so we played cards on the platform.
A train came in. The screen said this train was headed for Munich, so we waited. The timetables now said our train was 20 minutes delayed. We played more card games and watched as they futzed around with the train doing repairs or something. And then the train split in half.
We were very confused as half the train crept off into the night. The signs still said the train was for Munich and that our train was now delayed 30 minutes. We played more card games, assuming our train hadn’t arrived yet.
But then a man began blowing on a whistle and workers were preparing to see the train off. I was worried this might be our train so I got up to ask, but Alejandro said, “No, this can’t be our train, it’s still delayed another 15 minutes!”
I really should not have listened to him.
The train left, all information on or train disappeared from the screens, no one was working because it was 12:30 at night so we frantically wandered until we found the security office who told us that yes, the train that we were supposed to sleep on had left without us.
Blergh!!! I was so frustrated because it was all so stupid! I should have ignored my silly brother and just asked the man with the whistle, but alack alack, the cookie has crumbled and we would now need a spoon to fish it out of the milk.
Luckily I think soggy cookies are delicious! We went back to Maria’s house and had one last night of kebabs and Italian pizza. We left early the next morning to take a train to Verona, then Munich (how ironic), and at last to Prague.
I’m so tired.