So an unexpected free time bonus landed in my lap and I didn't need any convincing whatsoever to hop on the usual 11pm flight to Amsterdam, waking up to breakfast over Germany rather than in Germany as last time, and a soft landing on a Dutch runway dusted with frost. A huge Christmas tree greeted me outside and I was reminded once again of winter and pleasant religious festivities before embarking on the regular route upon which I wandered all day long, up and down canals, in and out of coffee shops, reveling in the unexpected liberty and fresh air before an afternoon flight to Bohemia where I had some loose ends to tie up in a financial manner of speaking, of which the details are most boring. After a few experiences of lost bags on recent flights, I sat at the carousel in Vaclav Havel airport without much optimism and so I was euphoric when my green suitcase turned up like a lost friend/dog, last off, trundling wearily towards me like a camel at the end of a long desert trek. The hotel was in the post-industrial district of Holešovice, an area of Prague cut off from the rest of the city by a heavily trafficked railway line and the Argentinska motorway to the west; the river Vltava to the north, south and east. It was dark, it was cool, it was grungy, it was raining gently and the hotel had a pub/restaurant where we could smoke. It was just what I needed, especially after a brief trip to see The Man beside the toilets in Chapeau Rouge followed by an evening of beer and bonhomie. Oh man, that beer ... ... that beer that led me to a Monday evening in the mountains getting trashed in a village pub with Martin and Yozza before being carried home by two 20 year old girls who dropped me onto the bed then left. At some point a hugely colourful housing estate flew by (see photos above) but memories are cloudy. The trip continued in much the same way. Fantastic! Shame it was only 10 days.
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