
I don't believe we are here. I don't believe we are in
Prague. We booked the flight from Poland to Germany, and It was not supposed to come here. Anyway, supposed or not, we are in
Prague, after Gabriela's persuading process started in Poland. It's the third time I have been coming to the Check republic and everythime Its bridges, Its castle, Its square with the clock have a real ammiration from myself.
It's a sunny day like yesterday when we had a long walk around the old city center. We did not have a lot of time, so Gabriela went to the Castle and I stayed at hostel-home organizing the rest... :) It was supposed to have the train to go back to Wroclaw, where we had the flight to Frankfurt, at 17:30. So with calm, the last lunch here, a small walk and finally we reached the train station.
There is a big queue, and we have less than 30 minutes to get the train. We went straight to the customer office where, in a kind way, the employer sayd us there is no train to get back to Poland. It's impossible as we have the ticket.

Gaby what's going on?
What time is the train?
After 5 fire minutes, we figured out the train was 15:30 instead of 17:30 and the next one was just the day after, too late to get the flight from Wroclaw to Frankfurt.
What we are gonna do Ga? Let's find a bus station?
After 30 minutes walking under 30 degrees we got there and we went straight to the bus agency where, again, a female employer said there was a bus at 19.
Ok, we are on Gaby, let's buy the ticket. Wait a second, the employer said: there is a bus, but It's full!
Gabriela started to make a fuss, to cry, to court the girl. There was no way she could reservate a place for us since the computer did not allow her to book, as the bus was full. We decided to wait for the bus and to kindly ask the driver a special favour.
19 arrived punctual like the bus, but unfortunately the drivers did not speak any English. A polish/check girl helped us during the communication, trying to get on, but the driver didn'n let us to get on without tickets.
Go to the agency and buy one ticket saying the bus It's half empty and there is a place for both of you!

The driver was right, so I went to the previous agency which, now was closed. I came back to the bus, and again, the driver said to buy a ticket to another desk. I went to the new desk, but a Russian couple was taking too long to buy their tickets. I was in the queue, waiting for my turn. The bus was going, Gabriela was crying outside. I asked an American guy to keep my place in the queue then i went to Gabriela but the driver was not there. I went again to the old queue, where i found the driver looking for me. He took me in front of the desk and he asked the employer to give to me a ticket. The employer, this time a male, said it wasn't impossible as the bus was supposed to be full, and the system couldn't print tickets anymore.
Finally, all wet, me due to the sweat, Gaby due to the tears, we were on, without paying our tickets. When we arrived to the Polish border, the bus stopped to a highway stop and the drivers asked us the money. This was monkey business, but we didn't care as finally we were going back to Wroclaw where I left my luggage and where tomorrow we have a flight to Germany. Such a lively trip....
Etichette: Czech Republic, Gabriela, Prague, trip