In August 2011, I’d taken the long distance coach to Prague, and back.
It wasn’t exactly a mad rush for boarding the coach to London, but people didn’t quite respect personal space as they queued up to board. You moved forward one step, they moved up one and a half, almost plastering the front of their bodies against you. (Ditto the Tourist Information queue at Venice train station in September 1981.) Uggh.
It wasn’t exactly a mad rush for boarding the coach to London, but people didn’t quite respect personal space as they queued up to board. You moved forward one step, they moved up one and a half, almost plastering the front of their bodies against you. (Ditto the Tourist Information queue at Venice train station in September 1981.) Uggh.
(Prague, 2011)
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