he was 22 unemployed with a perfect smile on his way to paris no i never asked why

here comes the next part of the interrail:

from prague to wien. in wien we lived with the ever so lovely Nasja who provided us with lovely breakfasts and the softest of beds. here we didn't do much as we both caught a flue and laid in the bed or in the shadow of big a big bush by some random castle most of the time. it was very very cosy though.


from wien we travelled through the alps to verona which was pretty as a movie set.


from there we went to a small city by lake garda. or tried at least. however since there was no way of knowing what the bus stations were called and since no one spoke english we jumped off at the wrong station. it was nice. to be lost in some random tiny town somewhere in italy.


eventually we managed to find our way to where we were supposed to be. our couchhost was fantastically unusual. lake garda was mindnumblingly beautiful.




lake garda was one of my favourite places. to be covered in spf50 and to eat icecream all day. linda could hardly eat half of the icecream, i had no trouble finishing mine.




suddenly we found ourselves in Nice. and Nice was not only nice (har har so skilled with puns i am) but so needed. all we did was lie on the beach and eat pan bagnat.


and we did go out as well. people danced on tables and at the next place we were greeted by this sign ("mind the neighbours! honestly they will throw water on you! and god knows if it's water"). we thought it was a joke but just a few hours later we discovered that it was no joke at all. and that whatever-it-was-it-wasn't-water was the foulest smell ever! but funny it was. hehe. funny tourists provoking them neighbours intentionally.


wien-verona-lake garda-nice part looked something like this. then we took the night train to paris and i was listening to a special song since it suited me perfectly perfectly except for that the "he" should be a "she".