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12. 08. 2000 Prague (CZECH REPUBLIC) Here we are in magical Prague. But it was hard getting here! In the dead of night some inspectors make us get off the train and take the connection to the Czech capital because that train was going to Vienna. Noooo: Vienna, no! Many of us get off, all interrailers, but there's no trace of the train. We're about fifty young people in a godforsaken station between Poland and the Czech Republic; it's past one in the morning and it's cold; some pull a big stereo out of a backpack and, with the music at top volume, we all start dancing as if it were a rave party! In the end our train arrives and by morning we're at our destination. Prague is a picturesque city, characteristic, ancient, smiling, tidy and clean.

We walked for a long time through the little streets of the centre, losing ourselves in those such particular alleys; we had lunch on the bank of the Vltava, the city's river. Takx is taking a nap and I think that during an interrail, when your budget is so meagre, you have to be able to manage it in the best way, because a wrong purchase could cut short your days of holiday; you're forced to make important decisions daily in order to carry on your adventure without problems, also because unforeseen events are countless. [Bruno Melo from Porto, Portugal]: It's great to find someone with a shared dream, to travel around the world. It's wonderful to meet someone who shares your very own dream: travelling around the world. 13. 08. 2000 Budapest (HUNGARY) Budapest. A week ago I'd sworn that for a while I wouldn't set foot here again.

And instead here we are in Hungary again, but briefly: our destination is Lake Balaton. Exactly the one we saw a few days ago from the windows of our train as we headed to the capital. The only problem is that we don't know which town to go to, so we decide to get off at the first one that, from the train, seems livelier and more full of life. So we arrive in Siofok. At the tourist information no one can point us to a campsite or a cheap place to sleep; more demoralised than ever we take a little stroll when, in another information office, I hear someone trying to make himself understood in English and looking for somewhere to stay for the night. He was Italian. I go over and we introduce ourselves. He's Gino, a municipal traffic warden from Bergamo who, with his friend Manuel, is doing a trip through Eastern Europe by car, in their black Opel Corsa.

We all get in the car and start searching until we find a decent campsite. It costs very little and is very well organised. We'll stay here. A few minutes later we're all in the water going wild; we even buy a ball and the fun is guaranteed! In the evening we go dancing in the various disco bars; in one they were even organising a karaoke. We had just the right spirit; we sing a true Italian anthem: "Vita spericolata" by Vasco Rossi. We discover there are lots of Italians and they all join in with us. It's a success. Later we move to another club; Takx soon disappears. After a long while I see him pop out of nowhere and in a great hurry he asks me: "Brawler, how do you say: I love you in Hungarian?". "Szeretlek". He disappears again and we see him in the distance talking with two girls. In the end they leave and he, a bit down, comes back to us.

They were girls from Prague and didn't understand a word of English... Takx, a bit pensive, suddenly: "Brawl, what about in Czech, how do you say it?" "Miluji te". He runs to them but it's already too late, they've gone. A bit tipsy, dead tired, in the end all four of us end up sleeping in our tent. So tired that we didn't even have the strength to get undressed!

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