PRAHA

we beasted through praha, the city of a thousand train stations.

story: on our way out of prague to vienna, i was on my deathbed and was literally writhing in my bed in pain. but it was 8 am and we had to get to the train station. so we set off for the train station, stopping by the supermarket on the way where i sat outside, guarding our bags by writhing on them. then we tromped to the train station, were surprised by its ghettoness, and were accosted by a large czech man who reminded me of kathryn's dad. he asked us where we were going, and when we told him Vienna, he said, "Och, no, you're in wrong train station. You want OTHER train station. I show you where is it."
So we followed him, expecting to be led to a map.
"I show you where is it. It is... possible!" We had twenty minutes to get across town to the other train station, buy our tickets, and get on the train.
We were led not to a map but to the metro kiosks, where large Czech man took our money out of our hands, bought our tickets for us and one for himself, and led us to the metro. He picked up Andrea's bag and my suitcase, and proceeded to jostle through the crowd of Czech commuters.
I was terrified that I'd never see my clothes again, and that I'd have to go through the museums of Vienna reeking of ashtray and staleness.
"It is.... possible!"
We got off the metro and ran up the escalator and got in line. Large Czech man then proceeded to demand that we pay him 400 crowns, about 20 euros. We did. It was worth it. We got our tickets and got on the train. It left two minutes later.