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Romania  The 17 hour over night train from Budapest into Romania was an adventure in its self.   Under the impression there were no borders in Europe, we settled down to sleep in the steaming hot carriage with fortunately at least underwear on. Only to be startled awake by the train coming to an abrupt stop and banging on doors. Jason hurriedly opened our door revealing 3 stern, armed military policemen wanting to inspect our passports while I'm sat clutching a sheet to hide my dignity. Michaels passport causing much discussion, was taken away with no explanation resulting in us scrambling around trying to dress without exposing too much. Resolved, we settled down to sleep again only to repeat the whole fiasco 20 minutes later as it turns out we were now in Romania. This time a chatty women guard who laughed my compromised position off as, ‘ok as she had boobs too!’ Awkward!!   Waking early the view from the train was as if we had stepped onto another plane...

Prague Leaving the UK was always going to be hard, but was a real wrench after we had extended our stay with family and friends for two nearly 2 months. There was little excitement for being on the road again and our backpacks felt heavy and cumbersome, especially when crossing London via underground to the Airport during peak morning commute time. We could feel the glares as we squeezed ourselves into already over packed trains loaded with backpacks, taking the space of at least 10 people. As well as our lack of enthusiasm, we looked like rookies going through London City Airport. You would think we would be organised but no, we booked last minute flights from London to Prague without research and arrived just in time for a Bank Holiday weekend. With most of the city booked out and all the best deals long gone, we found ourselves scrambling around looking for accommodation and paying a premium, not a great start. My studded belt and hand sanitiser flagged me for further in...