Prague

Prague Direction. In the correspondence of Cologne which will arrive with two hours of delay, I meet two Canadian. They traverse Europe in three months. I give them pipes. Finally, I nevertheless travelled already well. It are offusquée because in Europe one pays to go to the toilets. In Canada, that is not done. It already traversed Spain, France, Germany and from Prague they want to go to Greece.

I decide to place in a hotel of youth. It is a school the remainder of the year and during the holidays, it is a dormitory. I test, in all cases, it is not expensive. I discover Prague with his old city. They is marvellous, of a beauty with half-compartment the breath. All architectures finds and forms an admirable unit there. I pass in front of Planet Hollywood. Believing that that resembled one Mc Donald, I return there. It is strange, that does not resemble nothing known. A store of clothing, a bar, a restaurant. I decide to test the restaurant and I meet Maria and Pedro of Istanbul there. Which chance. Does that mean T-it something? Do I decide finally something in my life. Why did I return there? Whereas I ever returned in Planet Hollywood?

I test Ethno Bar Coffee indicated in routard. Decoration is brilliant. I made two photographs I hope that it will give something.

I spent one night in the room. There is no contact with people. It does not seek which has to sleep. It is strange, not a exchanged word. It is different from London. But perhaps is this because I do not take the first step?

I visit the new city. I admire the various architectural styles. It is incredible. There is average to make a true course of history of architecture. I thought of seeing the castle today. And well finally, I saw the Jewish district. The district in him even is not extremely interesting but the history that it trails and which is explained in the synagogues is interesting: worships of the festivals Hebraic, the worship of deaths.... More moving is the pink synagogue with its 80.000 dead registered on the walls and this very fascinating basic music. I think already of Auswitch. The emotion is very strong.

I meet a group of Belgian tourists of Liege left on a Beco journey, very sympathetic nerve. I turn over to " the ethno coffee bar ", it is that which I prefer. The evening, I return and I meet Norwegian who badly did not travel (great discussion). With four Finnish, we leave out of box up to 2 hours the morning.

The following day, I visit the royal palate. The world is pressed for the changing of the guard. It is not badly (a little show for a military movement). I visit the palate all the afternoon, (I find Norwegian in path) and the evening I turn over to " the ethno coffee bar ". I find myself in company of much French, normal with the guide of routard. I returned to the hotel, decided well to rest me. And well, I ended up leaving with a group English. But the beer helping, I smell myself badly, a little drunk and tired. I do not have any problem to fall asleep.

The following day, I spend time to meet people: Irishman, Swede, Dane. The afternoon, I carry out to it tower of the city accompanied by Swedish and Danish. I would in vain seek the image of John Lennon, who was unobtrusive. The evening, I travel by the train for Poland. The checking of the passports is faster than front. Just a seal. I always wonder how make the customs officers to find itself there. They put the seal really anywhere.