The time is about 5am, Wednesday 17th October 2007. I'm starting to stir in my bed, my brain attempting to preempt the horrendous wakeup call that is alarm clock.
6am, am rudely awakened by wretched clock, and roll out of bed. You might wonder what I was doing up so early in the morning, but it is tradition with Rach to allow an extra 30 minutes for every stage in any journey. I wasn't about to sacrifice any of my sleep for such shenanigans, so I casually ate my bowl of cereal, and took a slow stroll down to their flat where the others would be.
Arrived at Rach's door with a good 30 min to spare.
As planned, George and Dave had come up the night before from London, and made themselves at home. Rach and James were busily making breakfast, although looking rather tired compared to the normal 11 o'clock start. We met Chris and Kev outside the train station, and our special guest Rosh soon after. A short bit of standing-on-a-train later, and we had made it to BHX.
A first hurdle was to make it passed the NBC girls without ending up with another credit card, which we all manage fine, although making it passed Subway without an enormous sandwich was too much for some. One quick plate of beans on toast and coffee later, and we're away again. With only a mere 40 minutes to go, Rach insisted that we hurry to our gate...
For entertainment on the plane, we had snagged ourselves a copy of the aptly named WTF magazine, mainly because of the girl in orange spandex on the front cover. Sadly it wasn't the most exciting of magazines, and before long, I was heartily enjoying Rach's copy of Glamour (again only made interesting due to the numerous photos of good-looking girls, and not the articles on how to be a better person...!)
We touch down in Prague on schedule at 13:20, looking forward to the rendezvous with Jack, only to find out that the plane he was supposed to be on was still in Paris. Well, he'd made it that far alone, so we thought we may as well crack on and meet him at the apartment. One free taxi courtesy of our hotel later, and we're in the center of prague.
Upon leaving the taxi, it is now becoming apparent that the weather is not getting any cooler, and is in fact, quite warm. Which was a very nice surprise, but nevertheless a surprise that we weren't prepared for, having only packed huge woolly jumpers and giant coats. No one complained though!
Our apartment was also a nice surprise - a big master bedroom, and two other bedrooms kitted out with single beds (except for one other double bed, which Kev proudly claimed for himself, not quite realizing what this meant when trying to fit 9 people into an apartment that sleeps 9...).
By time Jack reaches us we've already stocked our fridge with Pilsner Urquell, and before long, we are all sat down with a beverage. Who the first one was to suggest the infamous Ring of Fire, I'll never know, but before long we are all incredibly merry.
We ended up in a bar that night, drinking extremely expensive beers and cocktails; to be expected for a bar that was 2 minutes away from the front door, right in the center of Prague.
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