From Writhe’s journal: I went on a tour yesterday that left from my hostel at 9 in the morning. It took a long time as it was a walking tour, but I saw some great things and heard a bunch[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I arrive in Berlin and sell a couple of the guys I met on the train a German phone card so they can find a place to stay. Then I head out into the big city to[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: On the train to Berlin. Last night in Prague I went to see a play that had been promoted about at the hostel. I get to the location early and go into a tea house which was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: A park in Prague, somewhere near the river. “So” means Saturday on their calendars here, so that means the laundry is closed. I go to a different traveler’s hostel because it says in the guidebook that they[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: My train arrives in Prague and I immediately try to find a city map or cash station. I find the information office, but it’s closed on this day every week. What luck I seem to be having.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I met F at his work at 6 and we go bike riding again. We stop at a grocery store to get some food which we eat in a very large park. We ride some more, but[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I arrive in Vienna and contact F right away. He picks me up outside the post office in the train station. While I w as waiting for him I noticed a lot of punk/goth-looking people hanging about,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I guess I should have expected that most people speak English in touristy places. I tried to ask the guy in German where the next tour was and he answered me in rather snotty English. I’m beginning[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I get to Salzburg and I get some money out of the ATM for a bus ticket to the youth hostel. I think I was supposed to buy another ticket when I transferred, but it didn’t look[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
From Writhe’s journal: I knew the first thing I was going to write was that I fucked up my hair. I was staying at the Addams Family-style B&B in a room on the top floor. It had a tiny window[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…