My walk from station to hostel in the late-night hours was accompanied with cold showers and deserted streets gleaming with lights. However, in the daylight, the streets got swamped with segway gangs, antique horse carriages and freelance performers. As I reached the old town square, I was greeted by a traditional Bagpiper’s band. Mozart’s long association with Prague was conspicuous from the music reverberating in every street that departed from the central square. I enrolled myself for a free tour with Sandeman’s and learned the long history of the erstwhile Czechoslovakia from an American-Chinese tour guide. Although I could accept every other detail, it was difficult to imagine the genius of Einstein coexisting with the mystical beauty of Prague.
While trying to rest my eyes on the train to Vienna; the bullet speed descent, the gushing of winds and the unusual stretching of my cheeks was still replaying in my head. The last sequence of my fall under the wings of the unleashed parachute was an eternity through which I slowly zoomed into the landscape.