Sara, Sarah and I took the train to Gatwick Friday afternoon and were quickly whisked away to another country. It’s astonishing how easy (and inexpensive… the train tickets to Gatwick cost almost as much as the flight) this is in London.
We arrived in Prague (from now on I’m going to call it Praha, because I like the way using local spellings in my blog makes it sound even more exotic) with a very vague idea of where we were meant to be going. Our agenda there was to be similar to London’s, but with a larger cast, fewer museums and more dice. My university roommates Bill and Eric were already in town, and had procured the apartment we’d be staying in for the weekend. Unfortunately, we had only the address to go by, and my difficulties in obtaining foreign funds had continued. Eventually, with the help of the very friendly tourism and public transit information booths at the airport, we managed to get a bus and subway to the appropriate part of town, and then with the help of some friendly passersby located the apartment.
Our apartment in Praha. Not the whole thing of course. Just the unit on the first floor to the left of the front door. A lovely building, with a river view to boot (I’m not 100% certain of this, but I very much got the impression that only the units with river views are actually used and the rest sit around vacant.)