Koo-Koo

I now understand Kristy-Anne's hesitation to blog after returning home from her big trip to Mexico. I feel like there is so much to say about Prague but where does one start? So it is easier to just say nothing at all! But I have now been home for five days, and I have put off blogging long enough and the time has come friends, the time has come.

I really did have a great trip. There was so much to see, and every day was different and exciting. I decided that the thing that makes or breaks a trip is the people you are with. Because believe me there were some koo-koos on that trip. I don't know if I've ever called anyone a koo-koo until this day but the word just flew out of my fingertips onto the screen and it just seemed to fit so perfectly. The oldest koo-koo was the Prof. He was a different sort of man, although one of the most easy-to-handle koo-koos on the trip. He was sort of a frenzic type. Funny thing about him was that sarcasm went right over his head, and every time we were laughing about something he looked as us all blankly with his mouth gaped open and he'd scratch his head.

The biggest koo-koo was an absolute air-head. I honestly don't know how this girl is going to make it in life. I can't believe she got herself to Prague and back. I have never ever met such an airhead in my life and she wasn't even blonde. Somehow it slipped her mind to make arrangements for accomodations for her night in London, and she ended up sleeping at Heathrow. That in itself is not so bad, but when you are as stupid as this girl, sleeping in the biggest airport in the world is a dangerous thing. The next morning when I saw her after her night in the airport (and my night in the Holiday Inn), she told me her stories about strange creepy men taking her out for coffee and then following her into the women's washroom and wouldnt' leave...then about a group of drunks who had been kicked out of two hotels already and were trying to convince her to fly home with them instead of back to Canada...like hello this girl could have been raped and killed.

Anyways I was slightly koo-koo myself, but this did not start ON my trip but actually in my room the night before... I packed for a year long stay I think. Nobody needs 5 pairs of shoes, 5 pairs of pants, numerous t-shirts, tanktops, skirts, sweaters, a dress and pretty much everything else that fits inside an oversized piece of luggage. I pretty much packed my room into my suitcase. And I paid for it too. The flight I took from Prague to London was by an airline called EasyJet - sort of like a JetsGo deal, but EasyJet has been established for 10 years and is not bankrupt. Anyway they have a limit of the amount of luggage you can bring - 20 kilos. I, of course, have 25. It cost me FIFTY FREAKING DOLLARS to bring the luggage home!!! It cost more to bring my luggage home than it did for my entire flight to London! Frick. I was sad about that. Furthermore, do you know how much 25 kilos is? Oh I do. Let me tell you. 77 pounds. I dragged 77 pounds plus a 15 pound carry-on and two purses 3 hours across London by the time Jen, Jackie and I got to our hotel room. I figure it was like carrying a 10 year old across my shoulders for 3 hours. In London, Friday between 5 and 7 pm is rush hour. Guess what time we took the subway. 6 pm. I wouldn't recommend anyone taking the subway between these times even without almost 100 pounds of luggage. It was pure hell. I think that hell would be just like Victoria Station in London at 6pm. It was quite an experience to say the least.

Okay so those were some of the low points. Oh yes and the bathrooms are kind of gross and you have to pay for them most of the time. And if you go bring your own toilet paper unless you like scratchy stuff. Ew. Interesting none the less.

Prague and Vienna are beautiful. You should go there. Just BYOTP.