Accidentally skiing to the Czech Republic and Our Man Dave

This week, I finally got the chance to try Langlaufen which is something that all the Austrians I know rave about, from the students of 16 to the teachers to 70-year-old Eva. As I’ve mentioned before, I like to live life on the edge (remember when I attended what I thought was going to be a salsa dancing class and turned out to be a posh jazz concert?) so when the secretary at school asked if I wanted to try it out with her, of course I replied in the affirmative without looking up exactly what it was.

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Prague, Precious, and a Propa Cuppa

I arrived in Prague on Sunday night in what felt like the dead of night, though it was actually only about 9pm. I bought two bottles of wine at the station (because priorities) and then fumbled through the predictably dodgy area around the station to find the tram stop. Because I’m still apparently living in medieval times and therefore don’t have a contactless card and was entirely without any Czech crowns, I had no choice but to ride the tram without a ticket again. I’m not advocating breaking the law, but I’ve done this often and not once been caught. Do with that what you will, and do not send me a bill if you get fined.

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