Braving the bog

Alright so my blogging has been shit because the Internet at the places we have stayed has been either non-existent, or and outrageous amount of deniro. However I'm now in a place where I can blog away- So get ready for a few doozies in a row.

Also for smart ass Freya who commented on the spelling etc. that has gone down hill- I'm working on a time limit here and I have a lot of good material I have to fit in so I have no time for editing- plus you try and use Polish spell check on your English blog and let me know how it works out assssssssssssssssssss.

When we last got together I believe I was just heading from Prague to Berlin. Well heading somewhere means that we had to go to the train station of course. Well in Czech I think that the word for 'train station' must be the same word for 'toilet'. First of all this is the central station in the capital city of a country, and yet it was the most confusing ridiculous place of life. The ceilings were leaking, there were no signs for anything, and it smelled like hot garbage. Once we figured where we had to be to get on the train we figured we'd sit outside on some benches to wait for the train. Well when we chose to sit at a bench we didn't realise that this was actually the communal place for mothers to whip down their kid's pants and get them to pee everywhere. There was one piece of lawn that was assaulted by four different children during the course of us sitting there.

Now I'm going to have a rant- most of the public toilets here (by public I mean any outside of your home) you have to pay for. I'm outraged by this. It really chaps my ass like nothing else- I mean we all have to use them how dare they charge you. Well I'm happy to say that in the course of my now 8+ months of travel I've only succumb to this radical capitalist outrage twice. See if you make people pay, next thing you know you have a kindergarten class defecating on the sidewalk.

Once that shitshow was worked out we caught a train to Berlin with a couple girls from our hostel. Now when I say train I really mean a sweat box of epic proportions. I was drenched with sweat from just sitting in this torture chamber. I went for a stroll in the train and it turned out that it was only our car that was an easy bake oven and we moved... with half hour left in our journey.

After this we landed in Berlin where were booked in at a hostel called Wombats. this hostel was epic, not only because it was clean and has bitchin lockers and a decent resident's bar, but mostly because of our roomies.