7am Wednesday morning in Dublin, not feeling so good. Free breakfast was terrible but edible, then we had to walk 1km with our bags to the car park. Fiddli fucken dee. Even dropping off the hire car becomes a mission as we can’t fill up the cars remaining two bucks fifty worth of fuel and Avis wants a piece of us for it. Situtation is helped though as the Avis ladies are hotties.
Craigy finds an erotic lighter in his baggage (thanks Ryan in New York) and is none too impressed that he has gone through customs in three countries with it in his bag. Good to see security is doing their job. He tries to attach it to Carlos without his knowledge but Carlos foils the evil plot however when he touches his own arse. We board the plane and give Ireland a fond farewell.
Heading to Prague we stop over in Frankfurt jah, not much happens although Glenn greatly admires the internal infrastructure of the airport (omg the train drives itself wo00t!) and we have time for one stein of German lager.
Two hours later the city of Prague greets us. Could say more but we went to bed for some kipper after Czeching out the town and having a hearty local meal and some big mugs of dark beer.
We collectively decide that Prague is bloody hot — and the temperature isn’t too bad either. Gonna be a mad niggerish one tomorrow night.
Pimpovich, Craigovsky, Mattrova, Carloszvyyttyichimnskz
