Prague blitz

So... my plane got delayed and I'm dilapidating my last czech crowns in one of the airports restaurants... Can't help but
think of Seinfeld when I get served a tiny soup and half a pint of beer for 15$. They added some bread to the deal, but after biting into it I remembered they do that here without mentionning it costs extra. Oh well, they are just going to have to deal with the fact I don't have enough money to pay the bill. Sigh... at least the internet is free. Jesus, this beer tastes like the kind that's around at 1 p.m when you wake up to clean your place after a party. Yeah, I don't like airports much. A lot of waiting around, and in Europe flights are short so you don't even get to watch a movie or eat anything. Can't rant too much though, I'm off to BCN!!

My Prague stay was a short and refreshing. I got here very late the first day and couldn't find a place to convert my euros to crowns, and thus found myself embarked upon the metro with no ticket - murhpys law dictated of course that I be greeted by
an angry controller 2 stops later. Not in the mood to hurt an already fragile budget, I explained I had just arrived from
Berlin, and had not found a place to change my euros. It was made clear to me that the fine could and should be paid in euros (30 would suffice), so I announced I had no cash on me. Not to be outdone, the underground ticket nazi directed me to a nearby ATM. In an ultimate, desperate attempt to foil the Czech underground police system, I took out my wallet, careful
not to let my lonely 50 euros note become apparent, and whipped out my french credit card. That is, the card to my old account, one that has long been invalid. 3 failed attemps at producing a correct PIN code later, and the ATM swallowed my
card. I was... shocked. Angry. Distraught. I almost cried as I called an imaginary friend. Overcoming the pain and anguish,
I asked the officer if he could write me the fine so that I could pay it later.

I'm quite sure he didn't really believe my act (he must have to deal with dozens of idiots like me a week), but I think he
felt getting 30 euros out of me would be too much trouble and that my performance deserved some kind of recognition, so he
told me I was free to go.

I left the station a happy anarchist, dancing and jumping and singing.... "NIQUE LA POLICE!" (you can probably guess the meaning of the useful french verb NIQUER). Panic attack 5 minutes later as I realized I felt a little too light and floaty. In my joy I had forgotten about my suitcase, waiting patiently near the ATM, at midnight in a fairly dodgy station. Murphy didn't bone me this time around though, and I got my hands on it before anyone else did.

The sun cruelly waited for the last hour of my 2 days to come out, but I enjoyed a few museums as I waited out the rain, ate and drank healthily, and shared some good moments with a couple of my friends here (mmm.... hookah). So, all in all, a nice little stop.

I've got my flip flops and swimsuit ready, brace yourself Barcelona!

Off before I miss my plane, cheers all...