Prague - Arrival

This was the longest flight I have ever taken. 9 hours from Vancouver to London, and then an hour from London to Prague. I’ve never had a meal on a plane before, or been able to watch an entire movie, let alone two.

After we landed in Heathrow, we had a bit of confusion trying to find where the heck we were, and which gate we needed to be at to continue on to Prague. We opted to grab some sustenance and do a little people watching. Jen took this very seriously...

I’m seriously impressed that Jen and I made it to the hostel after landing in Prague. It’s one thing to navigate the English-speaking Heathrow Airport, and another to wander around looking for a cab driver that understands English to take us into town for under €30. Seriously jet-lagged, it took everything we had to drop our stuff off in the room and wander down the street to look for food.

Our view from the room in our Hostel. 

We ended up meeting the first person from our group, an incredibly tall and jovial fellow named Mark, on our mission for sustenance and he gave us a brief lay-of-the-land, having arrived the day before. 

Apparently the lingerie store at the end of the block is a navigational marker: “Turn left at the boobs.”

Even though we’re insanely tired, it’s hard not to feel anything but uncontrollable delight at being here. The old clock tower outside of our window lets out a resounding ‘dong’ every quarter-hour, the buildings on our street all look like they're held together with 200-year-old mortar and witchcraft, and there are honest-to-goodness cobblestones everywhere we go.

I keep almost forgetting where we are, but then something so wonderfully alien happens and I get this rush of excitement that’s hard to describe. 

We are officially not in Canada any more, toto.