by Peter Clay

Created on: March 02, 2009

Journal Entry 15, 8 November 2006 - The Night Train ( A collection, From Start to Finish)

After sleeping a few hours at the station and dreaming of the wonderful experience I was about to have on my way to Prague, I awoke to the shouts of two backpackers being frog marched by three Swiss officers, with a bag of drugs in one hand. A sobering thought that brought me back to earth to remind me that no one can escape the law. I gathered my belongings and headed off to find my luxury high speed train to Prague, however I was gifted with a Russian Mule. Many people would shutter at the thought, but I was ecstatic to being riding in this old contraption. I felt I was really leaving the creature comforts of the west behind. I boarded my train and met my companion for the night, Erika. Erika was a small Japanese photographer who travelled the world taking photograph for postcards; I personally thought she was a spy. We chatted for a while and then once the train got moving, got comfortable

It's a night that I will never forget! We yanked down the window so that the whole cabin was thrown open to the outside world. We then shared chocolate and sherbet lemons. We watched as the Swiss Alps slowly glided by capped by the light of the full moon. The fresh smells of the farms, the cool mountain streams and rush as the air went through our hair. It is a feeling I can even remember now when I close my eyes. Every stop we made, Erika and I would throw our heads out the window to talk to the conductors or maintenance men working their nights away.

Before our journey started out, our conductor advised us that both locks on our cabin door should be locked at all times and that if we needed to use the bathroom, to leave any valuables with him. He was a very trustworthy man. Erika and I fell into a most serene sleep and awoke to the conductor knocking on our door to give us breakfast. The scenery had changed dramatically outside, from the Swiss Alps to the dry barren woodlands of Eastern Europe. I parted ways with Erika at a small town somewhere remote in the Czech Republic and watched as she walked off into the unknown. I then continued on the rest of my 4 hour journey in the thoughts of independence and knowing that I could truly disappear right then and there, with no one knowing anything about it.

On the spur of the moment decision of coming to Prague I had no time to find out any information about Prague. No guide book, no idea of the language or currency. I was literally going

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