Another traveling story: YES, sometimes u should believe in magic part 2

So finally I managed to be arrived at the central bus station, Praha Florence. It was 7.45 AM and there was no more Eurolines to Budapest. I wanted to cry but I could not. So I tried to think clearly. Enjoyed the situation. I was wandering around the bus station like a homeless, before finally I pulled out my food case from my backpack. I ate all my fries with mayonnaise while I sat on a bench at the bus station fringe. Just acted like a tourist on a picnic. Well, I was.. on Prague for holiday or you could say picnic. But in the case of that-eating-fries-with mayonnaise-on-a-bench-at-the-bus station-fringe-was not the part of the picnic itself. I lost my bus in the middle of a country that farawayyyyy from my home, alone, for God's sake!

After I finished my eat, I tried to go to the inside of the bus station building, where the tickets were sold, toilet located, etc. It was freezing outside. Well, the only thing I could think was a mosque, where I could take a shelter safely. But as I asked every officers in the bus station, no one knew where the nearest mosque was. Even I experienced a weird situation where the people there could not speak English! Prague is very famous and very international city. And that bus station was THE INTERNATIONAL CENTRAL BUS STATION IN THE INTERNATIONAL CITY! The officers are supposed to speak English fluently, for God's sake! And at that time, I could not speak even any single word in Dutch or Germany except ik hou van jou and ich liebe dich -____-, moreover the Czech language. I met people and officers who did not want to answer my simple question in my simple English, because I just could not speak German or Czech language. And maybe worse, because I wore hijab. At that time, I just learned the simple word in Czech, "mluvit anglicky?" meaning "can you speak English?" And every time I said hello to the people and the officer I met, and said that simple word, they just answered, "No." And shook their head. Oh. Stressful!

Well, but there's always nice person in every country :D Suddenly I wanted to pee so bad. I looked for the toilet. And the bad thing was, I had no Corona (the Czech currency) anymore in my hand. I already exchanged them all into Euro again. I was confused. At that time, I was seeing an old man sitting. I offered him 1 Euro just to get some Corona to get into toilet. Actually the charge of the toilet in Corona only took about 0.5 euro. That man could not speak English. I used the Tarzan language speaking with him. But he surprised me a bit. After meeting some unfriendly people who refused to help me just because I could not speak their language, this man refusing my 1 Euro. He gave me some amounts of Corona, instead, for free. I insisted gave my 1 Euro, but he shook his hand and insisted refusing as well. He was like.. telling me to get into the toilet soon.

I smiled to him and said thank you, then rushed to the toilet. Ahhh.. It was and is true. There are always good and bad people in every country, every race, every nation, every religion. You can not just judge them based on how some people act only.

After I finished my business in toilet, I got into the station hall again. I put myself onto a bench. I started feeling so tired. An African girl-I forgot where she came from exactly-was sitting beside me reading a thick book. She smiled at me.

To be continued.
I have to go.. This is weekend. Got to go to a movie. Will continue the story soon ;).