So, it was with a very heavy heart that I packed my bags for one more Magnificent Journey to the spliff capital of the world (Prague follows a close second) and deep depression set in when I boarded that plane back to the sand the following day, ruminating that Bohemia is like an x-girlfriend who battered and bruised your heart, chewed you up and spat you out, but whose allure still drags you back for more. Lesson learnt: Don't take her too seriously, enjoy less frequent rides and go with the flow.
Czecho, I'm back in ... not exactly love, more like lusty admiration, up for a roll in the hay ... with you. Nazdar vole a volka! Zatim!