Prague

Do not drive on road no. 9 throught the North of the Czech Republic.
Go another way.
Just don´t do it.
That´s all I can say.
I am alive I suppose...

Once in Prague after buying some Kronors and a map I stopped at the first hostel I saw. Turns out I lucked out. Free beer on check-in and they let me put my motorbike in the hallway.

Soon enough I met the lovely Juha and Maija, a polyamarous, bisexual Finnish couple on the return leg of their journey hitch-hiking to Malta and back from Finland. And their beatiful Romanian friend, Oana.
Spent three daysblowing bubbles, eating Vietnamese and talking politics.
Also looked around Prague. A bit.

And we managed to meet up with Gene from Berlin and we all got taught to dance by a huge African guy in a dingy nightclub which was inexplicably, you-had-to-be-there, hilarious.

Leaving Czech Rep. was a lot less stressful than entering as it turned out the no. 9 I took to Prague was actually under construction (No-one had thought to put up signs...). There will, when it´s finished, be a road surface, and won´t be detritous, tools and people all over it. I thought that was just Czech roads.
The traffic was still crazy, but a lot easier to handle under more normal circumstances.