mishaps and misadventures
Cesky Krumlov was a wonderful little town. Very peaceful and quite, except for the 2 snorers in the same room with me. And despite all the free coffee I drank, which gave me terrible jitters which translated into horrifying anxiety, I really enjoyed my time there.
I took the 3 hour bus trip back to Prague to make my 10pm bus to Paris. I made a dash downtown to buy an English magazine and a few treats and went to the platform ' for the bus. It was already there along with a crowd waiting to get on. There was this group of gypsies (well not really, they just seemed to be trying to take all there belongings with them) haggling with the bus driver about their many bags. There was even a bathroom scale out to weigh each one. I thought to myself, where the hell am I going? But when they closed the luggage doors and I still had my backpack with me and they opened the doors to the bus, I jumped on.
I settled into my seat, looked around and noted the sketchy and dodgy eastern Europeans surrounding me, but I was happy to have the seat next to me free. There was a baby crying behind me and the smell of sweat, cheap cologne and various food products pierced the air acridly. This is going to be one hell of a 15 hr trip.
The bus roared to life and started to pull out and I thought to ask the nearest person, "This bus is going to Paris right?".
They shook their head and said no, Roma.
ROME!! HOLY SHIT.I jumped up and ran to the bus driver, "This bus is going to Rome? Not Paris?" The bus came to a stop. "What are you doing on this bus? We are going to Romania!"
I thought it was odd that no one looked at my ticket. Thank god I got off that bus when I did. Rest assured, I am in Paris now, at the hostel.
And it is fabulously stinky, polluted, smoggy, and fantstic. Just the way I remembered it.
I took the 3 hour bus trip back to Prague to make my 10pm bus to Paris. I made a dash downtown to buy an English magazine and a few treats and went to the platform ' for the bus. It was already there along with a crowd waiting to get on. There was this group of gypsies (well not really, they just seemed to be trying to take all there belongings with them) haggling with the bus driver about their many bags. There was even a bathroom scale out to weigh each one. I thought to myself, where the hell am I going? But when they closed the luggage doors and I still had my backpack with me and they opened the doors to the bus, I jumped on.
I settled into my seat, looked around and noted the sketchy and dodgy eastern Europeans surrounding me, but I was happy to have the seat next to me free. There was a baby crying behind me and the smell of sweat, cheap cologne and various food products pierced the air acridly. This is going to be one hell of a 15 hr trip.
The bus roared to life and started to pull out and I thought to ask the nearest person, "This bus is going to Paris right?".
They shook their head and said no, Roma.
ROME!! HOLY SHIT.I jumped up and ran to the bus driver, "This bus is going to Rome? Not Paris?" The bus came to a stop. "What are you doing on this bus? We are going to Romania!"
I thought it was odd that no one looked at my ticket. Thank god I got off that bus when I did. Rest assured, I am in Paris now, at the hostel.
And it is fabulously stinky, polluted, smoggy, and fantstic. Just the way I remembered it.
Posted by the girl at 4:59 AM
2 Comments:
OMG! How crazy is that???
Thank goodness you are in Paris and having a fabulous time.
oxo,
Sonia
Romania might have been nice - just not the particular adventure you were seeking. At least you weren't kidnapped by gypsy's (that probably only happended in fairy stories).M.
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