Kuba the Geologist drove, leaving at 6.30am in frigid darkness, snowflakes floating, world white, and as we headed downhill to the big bad city, Kuba flicked a switch and the jeep's seats were miraculously heated. Bonus! And so after a highway blizzard in Ceska Lipa and another one around Melnik we stepped out in snow white Chodov where I had breakfast in a gargantuan and empty at that hour shopping mall before going underground on the South Town red line and re-emerging at the top of Wenceslas Square strolling through more than a few centimeters of snow to Akademia bookshop where I browsed for an hour. Three books wrapped in paper, taped up, tucked under arm, I set off to Zizkov to see The Man, and did so with ease, time slowing, then a tram back downhill to the National Theatre outside which I met up with Kuba the Geologist looking like a theatrical peasant from a 19th century Ibsen play and we discussed our days - vastly different - ambled along the Vltava embankment, forever sooty Smichov in mist on the other bank, had a coffee in U Suchy Dasne before heading home. On the way back Kuba missed the McDonald's turn-off so we ended up eating the world's worst hot dog at a petrol station in a forest, finally reaching home at 9pm, asses nicely warmed and plenty of bedtime reading. Gotta love winter at times.
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