Back In Prague
Well, the day started with the obligatory checking of the time on the TV every half hour (because no hotel room in Europe comes with a clock, and neither of us wears a watch). We got up at 0410 (happened to catch a little of the Canucks/Flames game live at that time), and got ready to catch the train from Bratislava to Prague. We passed our "friendly" security guards en route to the Taxi stand and proceeded on our usual "white knuckle ride" through town. Got to the train station, where we saw several versions of Jesus hanging around. Oddly enough none of them floated above the water, and probably have not bathed in many a fortnight either.
We were intent on buying a Harley-Davidson T-shirt for Darin. We searched high and low throughout Budapest only to discover that the shop had moved and we were unable to get there in time. No worries, we knew there was a big one in Prague and were more than confident in our abilities to use the tram (actually SJ is more than confident in R's ability to read foreign transit as she would have had them in Berlin by now!). So after checking and deciding we were up for the challenge of taking the transit through areas no tourists should enter we were on our way. We took the tram as far as we dared and then started to walk. It didn't take us long (or much of a look at the old guys out on the corner drinking beer - obviously cousins of the train station Jesus') to realize we were as up to this challenge as we were the Thai women. So naturally we tucked our tails between our legs and high tailed it out of there. We stopped in at a hotel and asked them to call us a taxi as we were still determined to get this damn t-shirt. We ended up getting the hotel taxi driver who was really quite indescribable. On the outside, an old gentleman, in the car, Mario Andretti who didn't know where he was going! Back to wondering if Simba was going to be an orphan. We finally found the Harley Davidson shop only to discover that even though on the web they said they were open, they in fact were closed. So the taxi driver took us back to the hotel and charged us 20 bucks for the pleasure (that's code for terror) of his driving! So alas, there is no Harley Davidson t-shirt for Darin.
Shall spend the rest of the night relaxing as our flight to Frankfurt is fairly early tomorrow (Monday 9th). We shall arrive in Calgary on Monday 9th at 1555. An hour or so through customs and then the drive home to Medicine Hat. Upon arrival in Med Hat we'll post one last blog to let everyone know we made it home safely. Keep checking, as soon as we're home we will begin downloading our photos and post them to this blog.
We were intent on buying a Harley-Davidson T-shirt for Darin. We searched high and low throughout Budapest only to discover that the shop had moved and we were unable to get there in time. No worries, we knew there was a big one in Prague and were more than confident in our abilities to use the tram (actually SJ is more than confident in R's ability to read foreign transit as she would have had them in Berlin by now!). So after checking and deciding we were up for the challenge of taking the transit through areas no tourists should enter we were on our way. We took the tram as far as we dared and then started to walk. It didn't take us long (or much of a look at the old guys out on the corner drinking beer - obviously cousins of the train station Jesus') to realize we were as up to this challenge as we were the Thai women. So naturally we tucked our tails between our legs and high tailed it out of there. We stopped in at a hotel and asked them to call us a taxi as we were still determined to get this damn t-shirt. We ended up getting the hotel taxi driver who was really quite indescribable. On the outside, an old gentleman, in the car, Mario Andretti who didn't know where he was going! Back to wondering if Simba was going to be an orphan. We finally found the Harley Davidson shop only to discover that even though on the web they said they were open, they in fact were closed. So the taxi driver took us back to the hotel and charged us 20 bucks for the pleasure (that's code for terror) of his driving! So alas, there is no Harley Davidson t-shirt for Darin.
Shall spend the rest of the night relaxing as our flight to Frankfurt is fairly early tomorrow (Monday 9th). We shall arrive in Calgary on Monday 9th at 1555. An hour or so through customs and then the drive home to Medicine Hat. Upon arrival in Med Hat we'll post one last blog to let everyone know we made it home safely. Keep checking, as soon as we're home we will begin downloading our photos and post them to this blog.
posted by Randy and Sarah-Jane | 8:54 AM
1 Comments:
Presuming you're arriving in Calgary about now - 6pm, so welcome home and back to the land of an election. (The leaders' debate is on now). I'll enjoy discussing that with you, and I'm looking forward to hearing about the trip from you both personally. love mum
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