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Jean and I raced down the stairs, pushing through the crowds, barely able to breathe. We were, once again, cutting it a little close. "Which platform?" Jean asked me, I scanned the old-fashioned departure board at Prague's main train station, struggling to keep up with the flipping pages "number 18, the last one," I answered, and we ran down the tunnel and up one final flight of stairs, swinging into the last carriage mere minutes before the train left. After pushing our way through multiple carriages, we found our bunks just as the train picked up speed. "Goodbye Prague, hello Switzerland!" Jean announced with a smile.
Head over to A Pair of Panties and Boxers to read the rest of the story and find out what happened to Jean & I in Switzerland.
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