Paris, our final destination. Because there’s no upcoming hitchhiking trip, the tension between PJ and me is all gone. I have a friend here, so the last night we spend in his place, drinking wine and using his computer to look at pictures we’ve taken during our month in Europe.
Today, PJ went to do some shopping and we've promised each other go out have dinner tonight.
Berlin, after a long time the city we both wanted to see. And as we’re almost done with our trip, we’re getting much more relaxed in comparison with just week ago. We are almost able to joke with each other again. We don’t have much money left, though, so we’re mostly hanging around, considering every Euro, spent for the gallery ticket.
I’m supposed to pick up PJ in Bratislava. Again, I don’t have to hitchhike so I’m taking a bus. Oddly enough, PJ’s rather glad to see me. The trip to Prague is one smooth ride. But the city center is jammed with people again. Why all tourists share the need of visiting same places at the same time?
Since I went to Budapest on my own, I didn’t have to pretend I enjoy hitchhiking and I took a train. I wouldn’t dare to hitchhike on my own anyway. Finally had a little time to read that book I bought in Ljubljana.
Vienna, now this is the place I was aching to see. PJ is mad at me because I refused to go with her to taste “sacher torte”. To me, it seemed like the most obvious thing to do in Vienna. I couldn’t stop her from going on her own, though.