We needed somewhere cheap, and preferably somewhere not to far away. By midday we were in Prague. Ok so I’d already been on this eurotrip, but the girls hadn’t and wanted to, and I shamelessly wanted to do the bar crawl which I’d missed out on my first visit.
My mother had panicked by this point and put £400 in my account to ‘keep me going’, so we no longer had any money worries. I still booked us in at the Czech Inn though. It was even more glorious than I remembered it, and the girls were impressed.
Once again we took in the walking tour on offer, and I made my second visit to the castle, although this time I got to see the changing of the guard, so that was pretty cool.
I had my second birthday on the bar crawl which again saw us lose the following day, although this time we had absinth to blame. From what I remember, the bar crawl was actually very good fun. It started with 2 hours all your can drink at this little baggle house. We got chatting to people as you do, and by the time it came to moving to the next bar, Ret was not short of admirers. Raphael the balding 40 year old computer programmer (I think) from Brazil was our favourite. He can be found lurking in many of our photos. I’m glad to inform you that Ret did not go anywhere, let alone home with him. We instead woke the next morning to ponder how we had made it home, and then went back to sleep until later that day.
Our extended holiday was most welcome, I was having the time of my life, but it had to come to an end at some point.
Our route home was a 24 hour coach from Prague to London costing £100. Not ideal, and I wont even try to describe the pain I went through on that journey, which was actually nearly 28 hours by the time we got from central London back to our little corner of Middlesex. On the whole though, inter-railing was one amazing trip!