Well, in case you thought the funny mishaps would end, you were wrong. From Frankfurt, we flew in Prague, but we had a very late flight. Note to all, check your hostel reception desk hours, many are all/late night. Ours was 24 hour, crisis averted.
At this point, after a 5 hour layover in the airport, between the sudoku, reading, and preparation for the trip (and a lot of beef jerky), we were pretty tired. Again I must ask as a fellow plane rider, please don’t eat beef jerky before flights. I would know, I was that guy.
We leave the plane for our first true test of non-English speaking direction. I must admit, it was a little disorientating, not to mention my flight was interrupted by snoring and a little bit of crying from 2 seats away. I think Becki brings bad luck to flights… more on this later.
After going through customs (which, at this point we haven’t seen through 3 straight airports) we find our bags. I grab mine, and Becki’s as well. Our bags are pretty heavy: Becki has mostly clothes, while I carry the toiletries, books. I think it’s important to know we each have a bottle of alcohol hidden in the bags; I carry Crown Royal and Becki carries Smirnoff. Get ready for fun.
We haven’t exactly figured out when the last bus leaves the airport, so we have many things to do in a short period of time.
1. Find the bus schedule.
2. Change many into Czech money (Korunas)
3. Becki and the bathroom, which at this point, is almost comedic. Water runs through her faster than that crappy movie with River Phoneix. Look it up.
Becki shoulders her bag, realizes fact #3, and drops it hard to the ground. If you just said “oh no” by mouthing it, thinking it, or saying it- than oh yes. We hear a small snap noise. “What was that?” Me. “What was what?” Her. “I don’t know., never mind, thought I heard something”. Me, and I chalked it up to tired nerves and sensory strain. She looks at the bottom. “There’s water coming out of the bag” she says with a more confused than frustrated look on her face. I mimic the body language, and say “think about what you just said.” And then I quickly unzip the bottom of the bag, begin pulling shards of the vodka bottle out from the cold weather clothing Becki has brought, and retort, “just go to the bathroom.”
In retrospect, I could have been nicer, but frankly, with time on the other team and vodka everywhere, I speed through a mental commendation for handling the situation the way I did as I wring her Smirnoff scarf over a trash can. Our sleeping bag is soaked, luckily a hostel awaits for 3 days. Becki returns with a look of remorse; smiles are exchanged and we race to change money. I would at this point like to thank Let’s Go… Europe for baby-stepping everything needed to transport yourself everywhere that you would like to go on god’s green Earth.
I would also like to point out that public transportation in Prague looks like a bully punching a stroller-bound infant (America) in the face after a candy theft. The American public transportation system is so fucking expensive, poorly planned, and horribly scheduled it’s no wonder it faces budget cut after budget cut due to inactivity.
Our bus ride, subsequent rail rides and transfer to a tram cost us $1 from the airport, which is located the same distance as Sac International Airport to downtown Sac, and in about 20 minutes. Relieving.
We arrive, grab a beer at the hostel bar, and pass out.
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