Hackin’
Prague to Poland
We were sad to leave Prague. We’d made many friends, and turned the empty gothic hostel quarters into our very own recording studio that brought us such hits as “Daj Pivo” & “Praha Rush hour” {http://www.myspace.com/babciababcia}. 
But Kuba’s motherland was calling with an undeniable force of promised Pierogies and Vodka. Getting to Warszawa became so urgent that we exchanged our tickets for a car that would get us there without any bullshit train station stops. We were going to make the trip in one grueling, bladder expanding drive.
A Hostel Miracle :
We woke one early morning expecting nothing more than catching a train. Instead we witnessed a rare, heavenly miracle among all the sleeping youths in the 10 bed hostel dorm. We would like to share this rare opportunity to observe the embodiment of peace.
Clearly shaken up after several testing hours fighting the forces of evil that await us all after death, we finally emerged from the underbelly of Prague’s biggest cemetary.
A Ghastly Daytrip
We’d heard talk of an old Jewish graveyard dating back to the 15th century wherein lay the famed Franz Kafka, whose writings we’d come to enjoy early in the trip. Being on the other side of Praha, it was a good time to try out the local tram system we’d been so often surprised by during our careless jaywalkings.
Before leaving Canada, our parents made us promise not to raise the dead on our vacation in Europe. Seemed like a strange request at the time, but when someone had carelessly left a few family graves open… well, that’s just asking to be demonically awoken from a peaceful slumber.
- The strict Polish/Czech border: Local trains are cheaper than National ones. We rode from Krakow to the border, walked across the tightly secured riverbridge into a land of letters and symbols that didn’t exist before. Since we missed our stops, the original plan of a 4 hour trip turned into a 14 hour train station marathon.
- Zahid crossing a field with his new travel partner, an Art & Luthrie 6 string.
