Breclav, Czech Republic
Trip Start May 08, 2009
4Trip End Jun 01, 2009
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So this is weird. I arrived about an hour ago in Breclav, a little town somewhere in the Czech Republic. I just went walking around a little bit and ended up at some schools again. People really have no shame here and stare at me from the moment they get me in their sight until they literally have to turn their heads to look at me again. I got lost almost instantly in all those narrow streets, people didn't really speak any English or German here, but eventually I found the station again. I am not walking away again -- lol. Also thunderclouds are gathering, it doesn't look too good.
This morning I woke up with the weirdest dream. I was at the Premium Hostel in Krakow I think, but now I was in a room in the other hall, all the way at the back. I was sharing the room with many other people, and a new group came in as I was about to leave. I had packed all my stuff and was doing something out of the room (I don't know what) while my valuables were still present in the room. When I got back my mp3 player was gone. Since there was only this new group of people I squinted my eyes and glanced around, when I spotted a guy with my headphones on his head. We made eyecontact, he jumped up and started running out of the room. I ran after him, yelling loud: "Stop the thief! Stop the thief!" But everybody just stepped aside and let him run, and the hall became longer and longer. I was faster than him though, and right in front of the reception desk (which had changed now by the way) I could grab him. Suddenly there was like a class teacher or headmaster apoligizing for what the guy had done. I started to panic, because of what just happened I had missed the tram to the trainstation. "We have a car," the headmaster said. "We can bring you." So out we went and now the little square and hostel had changed into a huge hotel with a parkinglot and a bridge on the side. I don't know what happened next, because then I woke up. If I ever was on time for that train we will never know.
In real life luckily I did wake up on time, was able to grab a tram with all my stuff and step into the train on my way to Budapest. And here I am, transferring in Breclav. Smoking too much, being stared at and tired from the heavy bag. In about 4 hours I hope to arrive in Budapest and then the search for where my hostel is located will start again.
I started out in Sweden thinking that maybe I'm not really cut out for this traveling thing. When my phone got stolen in Berlin I really freaked and I was almost sure I made a mistake heading on the road. When I just now got lost with the heavy bags I thought the same again. But I guess it's just the backpacking and training that is started to annoy me a bit. I love all the places I see and most of all, all the different people that I meet during the travels. It still remains a funny thing, names are not important anymore. No, where you are from, how long have you been on the road, where are you going to next, etc., etc.? I wanna go to too many places really, I can never ever do this in 3 weeks time. I am wondering what I should do with this thought...