We sit on a Eurolines bus that streams overnight across the lowlands. The nowhere lands. The nether lands. We sleep well (we are seasoned bus-travellers). We are shaken awake at 4am by border officials demanding passports. They rumage through our bags looking for drugs, and leave all the pockets of the bags open (leaving possessions spilled all over the luggage compartment which is, of course frustrating, when we have to return the days later to retrieve items of Casey's luggage that we left behind). But it is, for the most part, an uneventful journey. Suddenly I wake, and we are surrounded by snow, and sailing down hill into an incredible city. A ciy that feels old, and yet full of life, full of history and spirit. We are in Prague.