Paris, our final destination. Because there’s no upcoming hitchhiking trip, the tension between PJ and me is all gone. I have a friend here, so the last night we spend in his place, drinking wine and using his computer to look at pictures we’ve taken during our month in Europe.
Today, PJ went to do some shopping and we've promised each other go out have dinner tonight.
I’m supposed to pick up PJ in Bratislava. Again, I don’t have to hitchhike so I’m taking a bus. Oddly enough, PJ’s rather glad to see me. The trip to Prague is one smooth ride. But the city center is jammed with people again. Why all tourists share the need of visiting same places at the same time?