Bus trips always seem to have a story, dont they? We made a last minute decision to take another over night trip on a Eurolines bus. It must have been around 3 am and everyone on the bus was sleeping. There were legs sprawled across the aisle, making the trip to the toilet from our seat quite the task. In order not to wake anybody up, Niki decides to hit the ground in the firemans crawl. SUCCESS! Made it, and didnt wake a single soul! But for some reason, the door to the toilet was locked! The bus driver had no interest in answering questions as to where we could pee. Actually, he wouldnt even try to answer Niki's questions of the locked toilet. Scott tried the door one more time, and the bus driver started yelling "DEFUNKT! DEFUNKT!" After we managed not to wake up the bus, by crawling on the filthy ground, the bus driver ruined the effort, and all eyes were open and on us, standing in the middle of the bus. Eight hours on a bus with no toilet, imagine.
Border control; If you've been reading this blog, you know that we have had no luck with crossing borders. This time, lucky for us, we weren't the ones being searched. We just had to wait for the American that we met, who was being toyed with for being American (because there was no other reason for it), waiting for the make or break moment of either being dragged off the bus, or allowed to pass through. We sat at the border for two hours! Finally, the bus got the go ahead to pass through, and the American was allowed to move on. Unfortunately, the Mexican on the bus wasn't so lucky... We made it safe and sound to Prague, spent a few days there, but intend to return and explore more, so if you don't mind, we'll save our blog entry on Prague for after our next visit!
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