Grand Hotel Jihlava
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Let it snow let it snow let it snow...
Snowing hard and enjoying some very special white Czech wine.
Enjoyed some excellent schnapps last night at a local bar and have been hanging out with local DJs listening to awesome drum and bass vinyl mixing.
Been to too many bars and drank far too much of the local shot (some kind of 40% distilled rice wine - URGHH!!)
Wonderful company and walks around the lovely little city of Oloumouc.
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Wedding & hangover
... for Czech people to get changed in the evening so we did as the locals did and got changed before getting absolutely smashed. Yesterday (Sunday) was a complete write off. Literally thought I might be dying and very proud of us for not just managing to get up (and be sick) but actually going to tesco and then out for dinner! Well done us. Highlights were: -Jitka looking stunning -nearly crying at first dance ...
Jihlava to Rytirsko
... be chilling, playing some pool and a light meal and hopefully an early night ready for tomorrows festivities. Not much wifi happening so far :( Today's highlights: - sun!!! Screw you England - the worlds most enormous ribs consumed by Martin - beautiful countryside and general loveliness of the venue Excited and also nervous about tomorrow now ...
Metz to Jihlava
... is by far more scary than France or Germany, not least because you have no chance of guessing words. Very glad we have a local to help us around, and she managed to find us a restaurant with and English translation menu :) ate loads of pizza and yummy pork, consumed super cheap alcohol and have retired to bed. Nothing too exciting to report today, just 850km of driving to be honest! The fun starts tomorrow when we go and check into the wedding venue to get ready for the big day ...
Praga
... Checa, Eslovaquia y Hungria. Por suerte teniamos camarote privado, asi que cado uno pudo acostarse en los 3 asientos. El suenio fue interrumpido por los gritos en idiomas inentendibles, duros y fuertes como son los de Europa del Este. Tambien por el calor y la ventana abierta, sentiamos los trenes que pasaban de frente.
La frase que me quedo de Praga, estaba escrita en una pared del hostel: On Sunday morning, Oh Lord, I wish to be stoned (Johnny Cash)
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