Secret Agent Man

Trip Start Oct 24, 2010
Trip End Nov 12, 2010

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Flag of Czech Republic  , Bohemia,
Thursday, October 28, 2010

"Just get on train."

It's not cheap philosophy, actually. It's just what the man at Hauptbahnhof in Munich told me when I asked if I had to make a reservation first.

And that's what I did: I just got on the train.

So I took my seat. It was one of those trains that have cabins with six seats each. As I sat there, watching some backpackers passing through the corridors, I started to wonder. I had the feeling that anytime some guard dressed in a terrifying dark uniform would ask for documents and, for no reason I could think of, throw away from the train. Or perhaps, a double-agent spy would stop by and say some secret words (something like "I hate pepper on my pork") and then start to ask questions about a top secret microfilm with some top secret plans for some top secret purpose.

I was trying to get ready for those possibilities, thinking of how should I act. That was when a beautiful german girl halted in front of my cabin.

"Entschuldigung", she said, aiming those eyes at me. Those were eyes that should require a license for her to walk in public with.

And before I could say anything else, she started talking something in German. I couldn't understand a word and tried to explain it to her, by asking if she could speak Englische.

She only laughed briefly and repeated: "Englishce? Ha!". And then, she left. I sincerely regret not speaking German, for I shall never know what she said. There she went, my beautiful double-agent spy.

All of a sudden (or rather after nearly 6 hours on the train), I got to Prague where my long lost childhood friend Luiz was waiting for me.

He showed me around. Showed me a lot around. We walked from the hotel to the Prague Castle and back again.

And all I can say by now is that Prague is definitely beautiful. It has been mentioned sometimes as a Paris of the East, and it really fits. The architecture, the history, everything is so amazing and there's so much information, I wouldn't be able to tell it here.

As Luiz is a very catholic fellow, he gave special attention to the Cathedrals. And they really are astonishing, even for a guy like me who's become so skeptical I even have some doubts against atheism.

Luiz kept telling the History of the city, with many interesting events, and I just kept my mouth wide opened in awe most of the time, as my eyes tried to capture as much details as they could.

The small streets of Prague, especially by night, make you feel like you are back in medieval times (and I don't mean "Medieval Times", as the theme show in Orlando).

After all that walk - something that's being quite repetitive in this travelog -, we stopped at a Hospoda, a Czech pub, to eat something. Unfortunately, I will never be able to pronounce or even write the name of whatever we ordered. It was some delicious pork with an amazingly tasty sauce made out of cheese of some city in Czech Republic I can't recall right now. In fact, I can't even recall the name of the beer, which wasn't that complicated (language here will be a chapter apart).

I went back to the hotel walking through those medieval streets, still quite amused by the surroundings and expecting to be attacked by some jousting knight or whatever. I never really met a jousting knight, but if they still exist, they are probably attacking people randomly on the streets, in a way to compensate the lack of decent jousts around nowadays.

And out of nothing, crossing a dark and silent street, I remembered the German girl at the train, and for a moment I could swear that what she actually has told me was: "Ich hasse Pfeffer auf mein Schwein".
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izabel on

Wenn du die Mädchen mit den schönen Augen gewinnen möchtest, du musst auf Deutsch schreiben. Warum Englisch? Ich glaube, dass jetz sie nach dich an der Internet suchen. Und das würde sehr schlecht sein, wenn sie nicht dich verstehen kann. Die "double-agent spy" sind sehr gut mit den Leute zu finden. :)

daniellrezende on

Nah, Iza. Double-Agent-Spione bedeuten Ärger. Sie haben immer Endep tötet mich oder getötet von mir.

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