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well...got back from prague
the other day. guess i should summarise the happenings.
thursday
get plane to prague from manchester. quite worried to see the plane was sponsored by skoda. have visions of complete breakdown in mid-flight. sit next to wynny and shally and discussed topics ranging from football to why i had about 100 naked pictures of my boyfriend on my camera. oops...note to self: delete them next time. hurriedly deleted them before anyone else saw, except one which i felt like keeping so i could look at it (ahem).
arrive in prague. immediately begins to rain. it smells of acid. worried about the proximity of prague to chernobyl. get coach to hotel passing much communism and sex shops on the way.
reach hotel. surprised that a 4 star hotel looks like a bright pink rectangle with letters missing from the name. communism again, i decide.
hotel nicer inside. watch sky news while waiting for keys. suddenly understand luke's previous text about being safe from the bombing. am shocked.
room basic but nice. go to dinner which consists of disgusting meat and cous cous which is so hard it has to be sliced. bread is good though.
apres dinner, take metro into prague centre. prague very pretty in the setting sunlight. reach old town square and are allowed to gallivant off by ourselves. immediately find back street bar and purchase a bottle of wine for about £2. proceed to drink and get lightly sozzled.
Go back to group. Me and Elena (the most drunk of the 4) practice our sober faces which don’t work as we collapse into fits of giggles every time. quote random bits of the ‘others’ which seemed funny at the time.
Get metro back. Me and Elena now in state of immense discomfort as our bladders are suddenly simultaneously full. No toilets anywhere. Communism, blatently.
Trip out on weird escalator which makes you think you’re travelling horizontally when really you’re at a gradient of about 50 degrees. Ten times trippier when lightly sozzled.
Get back to hotel. Much relief to finally get to toilet.
Spend evening consuming crisps and chocolate éclairs and goading miss Watson.
Friday
Wake up to torrential rain. Go to breakfast and eat ‘horses willy’ (sausages), hard boiled eggs and bread and honey. Feel the English have got it right when it comes to breakfast. These communist types are odd.
Go into Prague and walk down the high street to old town square. Are completely drenched by the end. Feel decidedly miserable but luckily the church is warm. Have rehearsal and then give a concert. Concert goes incredibly well despite complete lack of practice. receive very unexpected standing ovation at the end, though suspect most of the audience are here to get out of the rain.
Go back to the coach and change. Henry informs me that the whole of Prague can see my breasts. I treat this with the contempt it deserves.
Vacate coach and hurriedly find nearest café. Pleasantly surprised to learn we can purchase a 3 course meal for £3. maybe communism isn’t so bad after all. Gladly received meal of (hot) soup, chicken steak and chips and pancakes.
Spend the next 4 hours on what can only be described as the tour from hell. After climbing a practically vertical road to the ‘largest castle in Europe’ which doesn’t look even remotely like a castle, we are taken round the cathederal, ‘castle’ and golden lane in painstaking detail by our guide Darina. Here was me thinking we were on a music tour, not a history trip. Climb 286 steps to top of cathedral. Kind of worth it. have shaky legs when we get down. Emily comments on the only other time she gets shaky legs. Emily and I burst into giggles. Nobody else gets it. Tour made much worse by the incessant rain. Getting back to the hotel never felt better.
Dinner just as bad as the evening before. Eat cherries. Realise I am allergic to cherries as well as raw vegetables. Crushing disappointment ensues.
Chamber choir rehearsal. Altos cannot sing weep o mine eyes to save our lives. Also sing ‘that lonesome road’ which makes me think of luke. Suddenly really miss him.
Spend evening in hotel bar consuming another bottle of wine. Again get lightly sozzled. Order a pizza and forget to pay for it.
Realise this in the room afterwards. Make mistake of telling Miss Watson who says we should pay for it. ask if I can make an essential phone call about holiday to nerja. She agrees.
Phone mother and tell her to sort out nerja. Phone luke. Blatently an essential phone call.
Saturday
Wake up to torrential rain. More horses willy at breakfast. Getting a taste for it now.
Leave hotel and get in coach for hodonin, a remote town in Moravia. Ponders on the necessity for going.
Eat lunch at a shopping mall. Disgusting pizza, but purchase a nice shirt for £6.
Pass tesco. Affectionate groans can be heard throughout the coach.
Finally reach hodonin an hour late. Horrible town. Very communist. Hotel equally horrible but nice inside. Very strange erotic paintings on the wall. Obviously communist idea of taste.
Dinner much nicer at hodonin, strangely enough. Soup and chicken steak yet again.
Go to church for rehearsal. Church incredibly beautiful, sticks out like a sore thumb in the surroundings. Return to hotel to get coach back to church. I wonder on the logic of this.
Realise we have left wynne, shally and chris dawson at hotel. Davenport sends gibbo and henry running back to the hotel. We now have 2 bases for the entire boys section.
Shally and wynne turn up, minus chris, gibbo and henry. At least we now have a tenor. Gibbo and henry finally turn up with chris dawson in tow. He had been asleep. Hilarity ensues.
Perform another good concert. Almost cry in ‘that lonesome road’. Get another standing ovation. Could get used to this adoration.
Get back and change to go out into hodonin. Discover hodonin is a ghost town, but eventually find a sports bar with 50p beer. Emily and I down double shots of absolut. Realise too late that this was a very bad idea. Get lightly sozzled.
Return to hotel via shell garage where the Czech people laugh at us. Find ice cold bottles of gorgeous peach juice. Also find magazine with vladi on the front. Emily and Elena very amused.
Spend evening drinking peach juice and annoying miss Watson.
Sunday
Wake up to torrential rain. No horses willy at breakfast. Most disappointed.
Dress in concert blouse but not concert skirt. Emily says I look like the brunette from tatu. Wonders if this is a compliment or not.
Reach strasnicze, yet another ghost town with a gorgeous church. Quick practice before people come in for mass. Mr P makes us practice outside in the street. Get some odd looks. See 80 year old woman wearing peach coloured silk ballerina dress with huge puffy sleeves and skirt. Wonder on the sanity of the Czech people.
Go for long walk and another boring tour by Darina who consequently makes us late for concert. Perform concert. Londonderry air as the last song and half the people start crying. Wonder again on the sanity of the Czech people, or is our singing really was that bad. Mystery solved when it appears Darina told them it was actually ‘London Air’. Poor loves thought we were singing some memorial to the terrorist attacks. Get another standing ovation, this time with every single person standing up. feel suddenly very proud.
Get taken to wine cellars of which we look at for all of 2 minutes before we are bundled on the coach again. Pointless trip.
Are informed the folk festival we were all looking forward to had been cancelled because of the rain. Very disappointed.
Taken back to the hotel and fed on soup and fried mozzarella. Informed that instead of the folk festival, we will visit a chateaux. Even more disappointed. Have visions of yet another boring tour from Darina.
Go to chateaux. As predicted, very boring, but we are allowed to go off on our own. Go purchase ice cream from irate old Czech man who thought we were stealing. Eat by the lake. Watch ducks having beak sex.
Are intensely annoyed by the fact that everyone else seems to have bought whistles and are blowing them at top volume. Suddenly have urge to kill.
Stop at some memorial at top of hill. Yet another boring tour.
Finally get back on coach. return to hotel and are bundled out again to yet more wine cellars. Cellars this time more interesting. Taken into underground room for dinner. Chicken steak and ships again, what a surprise, yet given a ‘twist’ by pouring some canned peaches over the top.
Get very pissed off when we realise teachers have been absent for entire meal. Turn up half way through dessert. Have been wine tasting. Get very indignant at having to wait for teachers to eat their meal and also not being allowed to wine taste.
Lighten up as boys perform ‘my eveline’ and ‘gathering up roses’ despite being very sozzled. Lighten up even more as mr P performs solo of ‘she moved thro’ the fair’. Very nice evening with lots of laughter, the kind I remember from past music tours like when we sang el grillo in the caverns in campillo, or in belgium where we sang ‘the lord bless you and keep you’ to the enraptured priests. Feel very warm and happy and giddy despite not consuming a drop of alcohol. Mr P amused.
Get back to hotel and visit shell garage for more peach juice and munchies. Also buy vodka but are too tired to drink it and lie entwined on bed instead. Maggie gets in the way and starts to piss me off as she is thinking she’s part of the EEC. No she’s not.
Monday
Wake up to torrential rain. Overjoyed to find horses willy at breakfast, but with worrying looking slits in it.
Dress in summer dress. Bad idea. Get on coach to Vienna. Darina says it will take 90 minutes. Naturally it takes 3 hours.
Vienna very pretty city, but is modernising. We are allowed off by ourselves at least. Thankfully Darina doesn’t know any boring tours of Vienna. Eat weiner schnitzel in the george and dragon of all places. Decide to try for the hundertwasser museum but are caught in huge thunderstorm and torrential downpour. Shelter in chemist and then run into taxi which takes us back to the centre. Taxi driver trying hard with English and tells us to look to the stars.
Go shopping! H&M posh in Europe! Buy bikini for Spain and a head band.
Get back on coach and go to theme park. Ride dodgems 4 times. Much fun. Starts to absolutely piss it down with thunder and lightning. Run into ghost train for shelter. Ghost train actually scary unlike ones in England. Random man jumps out at us waving severed head. Very scary.
Raining too much. Go back to coach and read someone’s sugar. Laugh at problem pages. Feel smug when others come back absolutely drenched and freezing cold. Bus smells absolutely terrible on way back. Takes even longer to get back and once again am dying from the toilet. Cool thunderstorms though. David wynne performs ‘magic tricks’ on us and accidentally performs actual magic. We are all baffled.
Chicken and chips again for tea, but chicken contains ham and cheese. Very odd.
Decide not to go out once again and go to shell garage for more peach juice and munchies. Still don’t drink vodka and fall asleep.
Tuesday
Wake up to…surprisingly not torrential rain! Out come the tiny skirts and huge sunglasses of the daddy’s little princesses. unfortunately the duration of the day is spent on a coach trying to find this remote town called telc. Of course, it takes 2 hours longer than expected and mr davenport is pissed of at wasting so much time, but Darina insisted we must see it. yes it’s pretty, but I’d have been just as happy at not seeing it.
Eat delicious grilled salmon and potato balls at restaurant in telc. Almost worth it.
Mr P and I discuss photography. Love Mr P. I shall miss his ass.
Read nausea back to Prague. Feeling quite nauseous myself.
Due to Darina’s awful time management, we have 45 minutes to get our rooms, change and get to the church for our last concert.
Discover we have been put in presidential suite. Excitement ensues over possession of Jacuzzi, kitchen and mini-bar. Role-play a natural succession. I play the minister of sexual affairs and contraception.
Arrive at church for last concert. Sing outside in the street to attract audience. Amass quite a crowd but hardly any come in. ah well, still a sizeable audience.
Nice last concert, though disappointed in lack of lonesome road in the programme. Still cry at the end though not as much as I thought. Wynne and shally get tossed as is the tradition.
Me and Elena sing our own version of ‘my eveline’ walking back to the coach. harmonise perfectly and get stopped and praised by enraptured man. Proud moment!
Get coach to river. Darina pisses off (hurray!) and we get on a boat for a cruise down the river. Perfect evening…sun gently setting behind the buildings, reflecting on the water. Extremely beautiful. This is what I’d come to Prague for.
Eat buffet meal on boat, but Elena and I more interested in photography. Go up on deck and sing along to cheesy ‘classics’ like the corrs and Elton john. It is so beautiful I want to cry. Wish luke was here so badly.
Others join us up on deck. Mr D and Mr P get tossed as they are both leaving. Mr D gets weird Czech music turned off and we sing Londonderry air going under Charles bridge. We get clapped from the bridge.
Miss Watson and miss donaghy take the 6th form into Prague for a ‘wild night out’. Go to a bar and drink white wine and discuss anal sex which all the Czechs seem to be doing. Get completely sozzled.
Go to a club on charles bridge. Drunk enough to dance to cheesy European dance music like crazy frog. Find lots of English people and talk to them. Stripper dances in a cage. We lost shally and find him half an hour later asleep under a table.
Return to hotel at 3am in scary taxis. Seems that the Czech republic has no speed limit. Pff communism.
Spend last night in presidential suite.
Wednesday
Wake up to heat wave. Overjoyed to have horses willies back at breakfast. Stupidly dress in jeans so I’ll be comfortable on the flight. Far too hot for jeans.
Go to coach only to find the driver naked and drinking beer. Not a good omen. Relaise we are not getting the coach to Prague and hurriedly run away.
Get metro into Prague. Buy wooden cats for my mum and luke in the market.
Go to sex machine museum. Very eye-opening. Watch 1920’s Spanish porn where everyone has sex with everyone else.
Go to pizzeria and have delicious salami pizza.
Collapse in corner of old town square and are regarded as street urchins by passers by.
Return to hotel to get suitcases and go to airport.
Spend flight sat next to wynne again where we (attempt to) do the new york times crossword and discuss relationships.
Hug mr P goodbye. I’m very sad I’ll never see him again.
Met by Luke at arrivals lounge. Very very happy to see him. missed him loads.
Beautiful sunset driving back home. I’m glad to be back.
so that was prague. now i'm packing for nerja with emily and elena. i'm looking forward to it but would rather go to luke's while his parents are away. i'm going to miss him loads again. maybe i'll get the train straight down to his when i get back.
thursday
get plane to prague from manchester. quite worried to see the plane was sponsored by skoda. have visions of complete breakdown in mid-flight. sit next to wynny and shally and discussed topics ranging from football to why i had about 100 naked pictures of my boyfriend on my camera. oops...note to self: delete them next time. hurriedly deleted them before anyone else saw, except one which i felt like keeping so i could look at it (ahem).
arrive in prague. immediately begins to rain. it smells of acid. worried about the proximity of prague to chernobyl. get coach to hotel passing much communism and sex shops on the way.
reach hotel. surprised that a 4 star hotel looks like a bright pink rectangle with letters missing from the name. communism again, i decide.
hotel nicer inside. watch sky news while waiting for keys. suddenly understand luke's previous text about being safe from the bombing. am shocked.
room basic but nice. go to dinner which consists of disgusting meat and cous cous which is so hard it has to be sliced. bread is good though.
apres dinner, take metro into prague centre. prague very pretty in the setting sunlight. reach old town square and are allowed to gallivant off by ourselves. immediately find back street bar and purchase a bottle of wine for about £2. proceed to drink and get lightly sozzled.
Go back to group. Me and Elena (the most drunk of the 4) practice our sober faces which don’t work as we collapse into fits of giggles every time. quote random bits of the ‘others’ which seemed funny at the time.
Get metro back. Me and Elena now in state of immense discomfort as our bladders are suddenly simultaneously full. No toilets anywhere. Communism, blatently.
Trip out on weird escalator which makes you think you’re travelling horizontally when really you’re at a gradient of about 50 degrees. Ten times trippier when lightly sozzled.
Get back to hotel. Much relief to finally get to toilet.
Spend evening consuming crisps and chocolate éclairs and goading miss Watson.
Friday
Wake up to torrential rain. Go to breakfast and eat ‘horses willy’ (sausages), hard boiled eggs and bread and honey. Feel the English have got it right when it comes to breakfast. These communist types are odd.
Go into Prague and walk down the high street to old town square. Are completely drenched by the end. Feel decidedly miserable but luckily the church is warm. Have rehearsal and then give a concert. Concert goes incredibly well despite complete lack of practice. receive very unexpected standing ovation at the end, though suspect most of the audience are here to get out of the rain.
Go back to the coach and change. Henry informs me that the whole of Prague can see my breasts. I treat this with the contempt it deserves.
Vacate coach and hurriedly find nearest café. Pleasantly surprised to learn we can purchase a 3 course meal for £3. maybe communism isn’t so bad after all. Gladly received meal of (hot) soup, chicken steak and chips and pancakes.
Spend the next 4 hours on what can only be described as the tour from hell. After climbing a practically vertical road to the ‘largest castle in Europe’ which doesn’t look even remotely like a castle, we are taken round the cathederal, ‘castle’ and golden lane in painstaking detail by our guide Darina. Here was me thinking we were on a music tour, not a history trip. Climb 286 steps to top of cathedral. Kind of worth it. have shaky legs when we get down. Emily comments on the only other time she gets shaky legs. Emily and I burst into giggles. Nobody else gets it. Tour made much worse by the incessant rain. Getting back to the hotel never felt better.
Dinner just as bad as the evening before. Eat cherries. Realise I am allergic to cherries as well as raw vegetables. Crushing disappointment ensues.
Chamber choir rehearsal. Altos cannot sing weep o mine eyes to save our lives. Also sing ‘that lonesome road’ which makes me think of luke. Suddenly really miss him.
Spend evening in hotel bar consuming another bottle of wine. Again get lightly sozzled. Order a pizza and forget to pay for it.
Realise this in the room afterwards. Make mistake of telling Miss Watson who says we should pay for it. ask if I can make an essential phone call about holiday to nerja. She agrees.
Phone mother and tell her to sort out nerja. Phone luke. Blatently an essential phone call.
Saturday
Wake up to torrential rain. More horses willy at breakfast. Getting a taste for it now.
Leave hotel and get in coach for hodonin, a remote town in Moravia. Ponders on the necessity for going.
Eat lunch at a shopping mall. Disgusting pizza, but purchase a nice shirt for £6.
Pass tesco. Affectionate groans can be heard throughout the coach.
Finally reach hodonin an hour late. Horrible town. Very communist. Hotel equally horrible but nice inside. Very strange erotic paintings on the wall. Obviously communist idea of taste.
Dinner much nicer at hodonin, strangely enough. Soup and chicken steak yet again.
Go to church for rehearsal. Church incredibly beautiful, sticks out like a sore thumb in the surroundings. Return to hotel to get coach back to church. I wonder on the logic of this.
Realise we have left wynne, shally and chris dawson at hotel. Davenport sends gibbo and henry running back to the hotel. We now have 2 bases for the entire boys section.
Shally and wynne turn up, minus chris, gibbo and henry. At least we now have a tenor. Gibbo and henry finally turn up with chris dawson in tow. He had been asleep. Hilarity ensues.
Perform another good concert. Almost cry in ‘that lonesome road’. Get another standing ovation. Could get used to this adoration.
Get back and change to go out into hodonin. Discover hodonin is a ghost town, but eventually find a sports bar with 50p beer. Emily and I down double shots of absolut. Realise too late that this was a very bad idea. Get lightly sozzled.
Return to hotel via shell garage where the Czech people laugh at us. Find ice cold bottles of gorgeous peach juice. Also find magazine with vladi on the front. Emily and Elena very amused.
Spend evening drinking peach juice and annoying miss Watson.
Sunday
Wake up to torrential rain. No horses willy at breakfast. Most disappointed.
Dress in concert blouse but not concert skirt. Emily says I look like the brunette from tatu. Wonders if this is a compliment or not.
Reach strasnicze, yet another ghost town with a gorgeous church. Quick practice before people come in for mass. Mr P makes us practice outside in the street. Get some odd looks. See 80 year old woman wearing peach coloured silk ballerina dress with huge puffy sleeves and skirt. Wonder on the sanity of the Czech people.
Go for long walk and another boring tour by Darina who consequently makes us late for concert. Perform concert. Londonderry air as the last song and half the people start crying. Wonder again on the sanity of the Czech people, or is our singing really was that bad. Mystery solved when it appears Darina told them it was actually ‘London Air’. Poor loves thought we were singing some memorial to the terrorist attacks. Get another standing ovation, this time with every single person standing up. feel suddenly very proud.
Get taken to wine cellars of which we look at for all of 2 minutes before we are bundled on the coach again. Pointless trip.
Are informed the folk festival we were all looking forward to had been cancelled because of the rain. Very disappointed.
Taken back to the hotel and fed on soup and fried mozzarella. Informed that instead of the folk festival, we will visit a chateaux. Even more disappointed. Have visions of yet another boring tour from Darina.
Go to chateaux. As predicted, very boring, but we are allowed to go off on our own. Go purchase ice cream from irate old Czech man who thought we were stealing. Eat by the lake. Watch ducks having beak sex.
Are intensely annoyed by the fact that everyone else seems to have bought whistles and are blowing them at top volume. Suddenly have urge to kill.
Stop at some memorial at top of hill. Yet another boring tour.
Finally get back on coach. return to hotel and are bundled out again to yet more wine cellars. Cellars this time more interesting. Taken into underground room for dinner. Chicken steak and ships again, what a surprise, yet given a ‘twist’ by pouring some canned peaches over the top.
Get very pissed off when we realise teachers have been absent for entire meal. Turn up half way through dessert. Have been wine tasting. Get very indignant at having to wait for teachers to eat their meal and also not being allowed to wine taste.
Lighten up as boys perform ‘my eveline’ and ‘gathering up roses’ despite being very sozzled. Lighten up even more as mr P performs solo of ‘she moved thro’ the fair’. Very nice evening with lots of laughter, the kind I remember from past music tours like when we sang el grillo in the caverns in campillo, or in belgium where we sang ‘the lord bless you and keep you’ to the enraptured priests. Feel very warm and happy and giddy despite not consuming a drop of alcohol. Mr P amused.
Get back to hotel and visit shell garage for more peach juice and munchies. Also buy vodka but are too tired to drink it and lie entwined on bed instead. Maggie gets in the way and starts to piss me off as she is thinking she’s part of the EEC. No she’s not.
Monday
Wake up to torrential rain. Overjoyed to find horses willy at breakfast, but with worrying looking slits in it.
Dress in summer dress. Bad idea. Get on coach to Vienna. Darina says it will take 90 minutes. Naturally it takes 3 hours.
Vienna very pretty city, but is modernising. We are allowed off by ourselves at least. Thankfully Darina doesn’t know any boring tours of Vienna. Eat weiner schnitzel in the george and dragon of all places. Decide to try for the hundertwasser museum but are caught in huge thunderstorm and torrential downpour. Shelter in chemist and then run into taxi which takes us back to the centre. Taxi driver trying hard with English and tells us to look to the stars.
Go shopping! H&M posh in Europe! Buy bikini for Spain and a head band.
Get back on coach and go to theme park. Ride dodgems 4 times. Much fun. Starts to absolutely piss it down with thunder and lightning. Run into ghost train for shelter. Ghost train actually scary unlike ones in England. Random man jumps out at us waving severed head. Very scary.
Raining too much. Go back to coach and read someone’s sugar. Laugh at problem pages. Feel smug when others come back absolutely drenched and freezing cold. Bus smells absolutely terrible on way back. Takes even longer to get back and once again am dying from the toilet. Cool thunderstorms though. David wynne performs ‘magic tricks’ on us and accidentally performs actual magic. We are all baffled.
Chicken and chips again for tea, but chicken contains ham and cheese. Very odd.
Decide not to go out once again and go to shell garage for more peach juice and munchies. Still don’t drink vodka and fall asleep.
Tuesday
Wake up to…surprisingly not torrential rain! Out come the tiny skirts and huge sunglasses of the daddy’s little princesses. unfortunately the duration of the day is spent on a coach trying to find this remote town called telc. Of course, it takes 2 hours longer than expected and mr davenport is pissed of at wasting so much time, but Darina insisted we must see it. yes it’s pretty, but I’d have been just as happy at not seeing it.
Eat delicious grilled salmon and potato balls at restaurant in telc. Almost worth it.
Mr P and I discuss photography. Love Mr P. I shall miss his ass.
Read nausea back to Prague. Feeling quite nauseous myself.
Due to Darina’s awful time management, we have 45 minutes to get our rooms, change and get to the church for our last concert.
Discover we have been put in presidential suite. Excitement ensues over possession of Jacuzzi, kitchen and mini-bar. Role-play a natural succession. I play the minister of sexual affairs and contraception.
Arrive at church for last concert. Sing outside in the street to attract audience. Amass quite a crowd but hardly any come in. ah well, still a sizeable audience.
Nice last concert, though disappointed in lack of lonesome road in the programme. Still cry at the end though not as much as I thought. Wynne and shally get tossed as is the tradition.
Me and Elena sing our own version of ‘my eveline’ walking back to the coach. harmonise perfectly and get stopped and praised by enraptured man. Proud moment!
Get coach to river. Darina pisses off (hurray!) and we get on a boat for a cruise down the river. Perfect evening…sun gently setting behind the buildings, reflecting on the water. Extremely beautiful. This is what I’d come to Prague for.
Eat buffet meal on boat, but Elena and I more interested in photography. Go up on deck and sing along to cheesy ‘classics’ like the corrs and Elton john. It is so beautiful I want to cry. Wish luke was here so badly.
Others join us up on deck. Mr D and Mr P get tossed as they are both leaving. Mr D gets weird Czech music turned off and we sing Londonderry air going under Charles bridge. We get clapped from the bridge.
Miss Watson and miss donaghy take the 6th form into Prague for a ‘wild night out’. Go to a bar and drink white wine and discuss anal sex which all the Czechs seem to be doing. Get completely sozzled.
Go to a club on charles bridge. Drunk enough to dance to cheesy European dance music like crazy frog. Find lots of English people and talk to them. Stripper dances in a cage. We lost shally and find him half an hour later asleep under a table.
Return to hotel at 3am in scary taxis. Seems that the Czech republic has no speed limit. Pff communism.
Spend last night in presidential suite.
Wednesday
Wake up to heat wave. Overjoyed to have horses willies back at breakfast. Stupidly dress in jeans so I’ll be comfortable on the flight. Far too hot for jeans.
Go to coach only to find the driver naked and drinking beer. Not a good omen. Relaise we are not getting the coach to Prague and hurriedly run away.
Get metro into Prague. Buy wooden cats for my mum and luke in the market.
Go to sex machine museum. Very eye-opening. Watch 1920’s Spanish porn where everyone has sex with everyone else.
Go to pizzeria and have delicious salami pizza.
Collapse in corner of old town square and are regarded as street urchins by passers by.
Return to hotel to get suitcases and go to airport.
Spend flight sat next to wynne again where we (attempt to) do the new york times crossword and discuss relationships.
Hug mr P goodbye. I’m very sad I’ll never see him again.
Met by Luke at arrivals lounge. Very very happy to see him. missed him loads.
Beautiful sunset driving back home. I’m glad to be back.
so that was prague. now i'm packing for nerja with emily and elena. i'm looking forward to it but would rather go to luke's while his parents are away. i'm going to miss him loads again. maybe i'll get the train straight down to his when i get back.