Sometimes the best thing you can do is relax and have a drink

Current City: Vienna
Travelling can be stressful; there's always the inevitable lineups, security, baggage hassles, connections and shuttle busses. And that's just flying. If you think about it, you can't really get on the correct plane but in the wrong direction. This is entirely possible on a train, and has happened to me, probably more than I would like.
Of course all of this can be mitigated simply by showing up to the station on time, unless one is listening intently to a rousing tale of Czech bravery in the dying days of the Second World War, as told by your tour guide Michael (and to his credit, he was a fantastic guide). Luckily, there is always another train that will get you to where you need to be. However, that other train will probably stop at a small town between Prague and Vienna, where you will have only a few minutes to decipher the departure schedule in order to board the correct train at the correct platform, which will then proceed to stop at each and every station before arriving at Vien Meidling. You just need to have faith that everything will work out, and you will eventually end up in your hostel with a drink in hand. Of course this is just what I've been told, it's not like I've experienced anything like this personally...
I have to say I was very much taken with Prague; a charming city that was touristy enough that English was not a problem, but not too touristy that everything there was sick of everyone else being there (as seemed to be the case in Paris). A quick day trip to Sedlec, an hour outside of Prague, meant another item crossed off my "to do" list: visit the Bone Church. Not actually as disturbing as you might think, probably because it's been made into quite the tourist attraction (and probably one of the few reasons why anyone would come to Kutna Hora. Sorry, but it's true!)
I dont know if I can say enough good things about Prague! Fantastic history, nice people, great food, great beer, and attractive women everywhere. What the hell else do you need?! I only wish I could have stayed a bit longer. Perhaps later this trip...
I like my original nickname for the city: Paris without the Pretentious.
Photos to follow soon.
Cheers