Berlin to Prague: In search of the Elf
Berlin to Prague
|The Train Ride to Berlin|
We were accosted by several individuals trying to drive us to their home and provide us with a room — some were many miles outside the main part of the city. This is a common practice among the city dwellers that have additional property or rooms to rent out in their homes. Thankfully, I was traveling with Reid — I am not sure I would have gone alone so willingly to someone’s home. We called the hostel, in search of a more social environment and found them to be full. Arriving without a reservation on a Saturday evening minimized our options. We finally agreed to be driven to a lady’s apartment for our accommodation. But food was our first priority, even though my bum was dragging from lack of sleep.
Less than 24 hours earlier we were in the process of saying good-bye to Berlin, with a true German style send off — lots of drinks, lots of dancing, and we were out so late that the sun had greeted us on our way back to the hostel. We were able to sleep for only one and a half hours before we had to maneuver through the Berlin train station in search of tickets to Praha. Once we found our train, we were squeezing through a narrow passageway to find a seat with all our bags. The seats were full â€“ people everywhere. So Reid and I dropped our packs and choose to sit on the floor between train cars, that gave us enough space to pile our bags up and lean against them. We were dazed from our lack of sleep but as Reid pulled out his guitar, and sat on the floor of the train, I chose to remember this calm peaceful moment with a photo. However, his soothing musical tunes were abruptly interrupted each time a passenger needed to climb over our territory and use the toilet.
After almost missing my entrance to Praha, and struggling to find our way to the city, we obtained lodging and a fantastic traditional Czech meal. In the morning, we left the flat and arrived at Hostel Elf. We wanted a more social setting. I am not sure we truly understood the meaning of “social”, as defined by Hostel Elf. Upon arrival, there were about seven people in the front lounge slamming shots of Vodka and it was ONLY 10:30 on a Sunday morning! And this was just the beginning.