Arrival
Even so, I arrived in Prague on a bright, hot morning with the weight of the world on my shoulders.
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What started out as a good photo day ended up as a dream come true. As we ran in the torrential rain towards a taxi, and, a little later, into the hotel’s rooftop swimming pool, I realised that –on...
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Saturday brought grief, of the sort I had rather hoped I’d left behind. So much for new beginnings.
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Sunday brought some kind of peace; a birthday; and the realisation that the things I liked most about Prague were things you can find anywhere — tram rides, an umbrella, a good cup of coffee, chocolate...
View ArticleAnother journey
This train had a dining car — a definite improvement on the previous one, and the highlight of the seven-hour, inch-slowly-through-the-plains, in-three-different-countries journey. That, and the midday...
View ArticleSuddenly, magically, Budapest
Despite the aforementioned midday nap I arrived in Budapest tired, confused and very nearly overwhelmed. I clang to my suitcase while Martijn wandered around in search of the new currency, almost...
View ArticleThree and a half days
Looking back, I like to think that the feeling I talked about in the previous post, of having arrived some place special was a premonition, and not my overactive imagination getting away with me....
View ArticleWell, there was also the sunshine
Which, on days like these, I sorely miss. The water, too.
View ArticleThe Prague Diner Manifesto
On our third day in Prague, inspired by the Happiness Project which I had just finished reading, I set myself the task of coming up with my ‘personal commandments.’ I did it in a restaurant that our...
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