The bus out of Berlin was uneventful – uneventful in that nothing broke down, there were no near-death experiences on the road, and nobody on board the bus was trying to sell fake leather belts. Oh wait, that’s normal… isn’t it? Being in a Developed Country™ takes a little getting used to. The main event…
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The bus glided over another invisible line into the Czech Republic. This one was marked by a neon wasteland of ‘24/7 SHOP’ signs, glittering casinos and theme parks lining the highway. Tucked away behind the money-making monoliths were crumbling farmhouses and decrepit shops selling power tools and sex toys. I guess this is the hotspot…
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Stepping off the train from Budapest in Vienna had me cross another invisible line – unexpected but obvious: Germanic efficiency! Every metro station seemed to gleam, each train arriving within seconds of its schedule. I wandered behind my Austrian friend who had met me at the station, agape at the sheer precision of it all….
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