I wake up at 7am after a fun night that seriously lacked in sleep. I pack my bags as quietly as I can and leave the hostel. The streets of Berlin are already full of people heading out for the day and I debate with myself on whether or not I should go to the bakery for a coffee on the way to the train. Despite my new resolution to be more relaxed the time conscious part of me wins and I head straight for the train station.
There is a sign on the platform which I can’t read so I simply board the first train that comes to the right platform and wait. It sits there for 5 minutes which I find odd but since my German is only up ordering a coffee level I have no idea what is going on so sit and wait. When the train finally does start moving it’s in the wrong direction, a good indicator of how my whole day will go. Luckily I get chatting to a woman who understands German and also got on the wrong train together and she navigates the disruption for the both of us making it much easier for me to manage it all.
By the time I’m heading to Berlin Ostbhanhof I’m convinced I’ll miss my intended train and very glad that I’m on an interrail ticket and so I can just find another one. When I reach Ostbhanhof its less than two minutes before the train I want will leave but seeing it sitting one platform across from me I hurry down the stairs through the tunnel and back up to the platform and somehow manage to reach the train less than 30 seconds before the doors shut.
I spend most fo the short journey to Hannover dozing. It’s supposed to be a 9 and a half hour journey to Zurich but only 2 trains and after the 18-hour epic I took from Bodo to Oslo it’s not too bad. At Hannover I get a much-needed coffee while I wait for my next train direct to Zurich. When the train, 20 minutes late finally arrives it turns out it’s not direct to Zurich anymore. The train they sent instead is smaller than it should be and all the reservations are void. People are standing along the corridors looking fed up and cramped.
I find a small space on the floor between two seats in the bike area. All things considered, having a patch of floor to sit on is pretty good going. Often situations like this bring out the best in people and despite the cramped conditions and the rapidly increasing delay on the train, I enjoy the journey. I make friends with a Swedish man with his two kids who are also interrailing across Europe and a French lady heading home. Me and the two adults chat for a while shearing travel stories and desperately trying to understand the announcements the train crew are giving.
After an hour or so the Swedish family start playing cards and soon me and the French woman join in. We sit on the floor getting in the way every time anyone wants to get down the carriage, the only people to be enjoying the journey. We play games till the French woman leaves for her connection and the train empties out. When they leave, after 5 hours together the young Swedish girl gives me a massive hug and looks sad to be leaving. It feels nice, it could have been hell but we made the hours pass and enjoyed each other company.
It takes 2 more trains to reach Zurich and I’m glad for the couple of nights rest I get there. I stay with one of my Mum’s friends and marvel at more sharing a room with other people and being able to wash all my clothes. It’s a perfect oasis of calm after 3 weeks on the go.
My train to Munich is a calm affair, I sit knitting for most of it. I reach the city and make my way to the hostel-come-campsite that I’m staying at. I meet people on the bus to the hostel and get chatting with Gillie an English girl interrailing for a month. I check-in, pitch my tent then buy dinner. The whole place has a very friendly and relaxed vibe to it and I chat with Gillie for a while before joining in a card game and not getting to my tent till almost midnight.
My tent was an emergency amazon buy and not the best one I’ve made, it has some serious flaws, such as breathing at all causes condensation to run down the inside and soaking you as you sit up or more importantly your down sleeping bag. While I’m comfortable on the floor with my mat and bag the tent is making me nervous and with the heavy rain promised for the next few nights I move into indoor accommodation, a giant tent with 200 beds in it.
After sorting waterproof accommodation I head into the city and mett Gillie for lunch before going on a walking tour. The guide pisses me off when he tells us how much to tip him at the end. Most of the time there is an understanding that young people traveling around tend to be able to afford less than older people on holiday. His attitude puts my back up and I enjoy the tour less because of it.
In the evening a large group of us play cards, I lose badly at cheat and by the time the rest head into town am ready to go to bed. I don’t sleep much though, a room with 200 people in is hardly quiet and the next morning I get up unrested. I go into the city but am too tired to enjoy myself so head back to the hostel for a nap. I know I have pushed too hard and need to rest.
The next day I leave Munich for Prague. I find a carriage on the train and am joined by other young travelers. We chat happily talking about our respective trips and then laps into silence reading, writing, scrolling through phones. it’s a nice mix of social and relaxing until two very loud women join the carriage, they are a part of a big group and sit watching videos with very loud audio and drinking what looks like champagne. There is a collective sigh of relief when they leave.
Prague has been really built up as a totally amazing place and I feel a little underwhelmed by it all. It might be because I’m tired and it’s the 6th city I’ve visited but I don’t fall in love with the place. Yes, the buildings are nice, and the castle is very impressive. The astronomical clock is cool but it just feels like another city in a long list of them.
I’m also exhausted and need a break from sightseeing. I can feel my body crying out for rest and know I need to stop if I’m going to carry on enjoying the trip. I’m 2.5 months in now. I can afford a little me time.
I hope you enjoyed the week’s story,
The girl with the braid in her hair xxx