2. Arrival and First Stop: Prague

The first train from Göttingen to Regensburg, as it couldn't be any other way, was delayed. So I arrived in Regensburg 2 hours later than planned. I spent the hour of layover in a café. After all, it was Sunday and I had to wait long enough (I was fasting from caffeine at that time) for the long-awaited pleasure. At first, it was a bit strange to travel alone. To decide alone which café to visit or where to go. I wondered if it was really a good idea to embark on a two-week journey alone. I wrote a lot with friends and started to explore my first travel destination. The hour of layover flew by quickly and I continued on to Prague.

Thanks to the DB (Deutsche Bahn), I arrived at Hostel Sir Tobys at 9 PM. There wasn't even a bed available in the first room I got, in the second one, the other 11 people were snoring, smelling, and happily breathing away. But it didn't matter, I was just tired and glad to have arrived.
The next morning, all these people were already up at 8 AM and somehow I couldn't connect with anyone. So I drove into the city and let myself drift.

I started with a few touristy things like the Dancing House and the Memorial to the Victims of Communism. But I was more drawn out of the city to Petrin Park. There I watched an albino squirrel, a green woodpecker, coypus, and many other birds. I had a great view of the city.

In the park, I found a spot with exposed sandstone where many people had left their marks or carved faces.

Below, I saw a small place in the bushes where someone had pitched their tent and seemed to live. He or she made it clear that it was their spot, I respected that, but left a message because I was very curious to hear what he or she had to say. There are always interesting stories behind such people. Unfortunately, I didn't receive a reply.

The break in the park gave me new energy for the next points on my touristy list.

I visited the John Lennon Wall, the Charles Bridge, and wanted to see the Jewish Cemetery. But I couldn't justify paying for a memorial and only peeked over the fence to capture the feeling that the pictures on the internet had already evoked. It was unimaginably awful what happened in history. The Jews didn't even have enough space in the ghetto to bury the numerous dead in a dignified manner. They had to stack them... Something like this must never happen again!

After processing the feeling, I finally wanted to meet people and initially found Furkan in the couchsurfing hangouts. I picked him up at the university and we ate burgers and Czech fried cheese. After that, we went into the city where two more locals, Mara and the Peruvian Paisan, who didn't stop talking, joined us. We visited various bars, drank together, and discussed how much foam belongs on a beer.

A successful evening!