Arrival in Prague
Cycled round like a madman this morning trying to get a few things ready for heading off to Prague – managed most, at least.
Dreadful cunt of a journey, though. Firstly, the flight was delayed for about 2 hours (no explanation of course), and when it finally arrived the worst was yet to come. How long is reasonable to wait for you luggage coming off the belt? 10 minutes? 20 minutes? Well, in this instance an hour had gone past without a sign of it. It was then that I began to realise that almost all of the people who had been on the same flight were also waiting, and it seemed reasonable to assume that the whole lot had gone missing. Nice. What made the whole thing worse was that there was no announcement save from a single one stating the obvious fact that “Luggage on flight QS 27 from Amsterdam has been delayed”, and no help whatsoever from any of the airport staff.
I am guessing that the flight was made up roughly half-and-half of Czech and Dutch passengers, and you could tell quite easily which were which by the irate questioning of officials and waving of arms on the part of the Dutch, whilst the Czechs just kind of stood around with a stoical resignation. The Dutch don’t seem to get that angry as a matter of course, but they don’t take kindly to bad service.
Was finally met with a very warm welcome from the troops at Staromĕststá (yes, I had to look that up) metro station, and proceeded via the famous Charles Bridge to a bar for some top class food and delicious, cheap beer. The rest of the night becomes less clear, but certainly involved riding around on a few trams (smaller than the Amsterdam ones and much cuter), before crashing at some unknown time back at the “Hostel Advantage”.
