I thought it might be nice to update you while we have internets on the rather evenful few days since last we conversed.
So, last post we were in Vienna ful of the joys of tour. Little did we know what was in for us the next day…
Next stop was Prague, which as you geographers know is in the Czech Republic. The Czech Republic is in Eastern Europe, and our sat nav doesn’t do Eastern Europe s we were charting it by the ways of old; a lo-res multimap printed off hastily the night before.
The drive started well, we had a hearty meal of chips and salad at a restaurant that had a variety of new and old firearms and general munitions hung proudly on the wall along with goats outside and giant moths in abundance. Huzzah!
The map was doing its job, or so we thought. The single lane, unmarked roads through motionless fields and endless villages with unpronouncable names did not seem worthy of the title ‘motorway’… But still we pressed on in the glorious sunshine.
It was only when the promoter in Prague called to ask of our whereabouts that things became a little confusing. It turns out that we had been following signs for Prague that instead of taking us to the motorway, it lead us a merry dance through inner inner Czech countyside. As a result we were now massively behind schedule (and a little bit lost).
All of a sudden however we found ourselves a motorway and sped on to the outskirts of Prague.
Which is where we stopped. The biggest traffic jam I have ever seen in my life was unfurling before my eyes. With the streets at standstill and the temperature still way up there was nothing we could do but anxiously watch the minutes tick by before our time was up…
We battled valiantly into the belly of the beast that is Prague, but, alas, it was too late. We missed our window to set up and play by 10 minutes…
Basically what I’m trying to say is sorry Prague! It won’t happen again, promise.
However, Prague had other thoughts…
After a truly delicious meal surrounded by people drinking absinthe hot chocolates at the art-nouveau Cafe Slavia, a brisk walk around the city and a brief study of the colossal spiders that have seemingly invaded Prague (seriously, look it up), Sky Larkin left for bed, beaten but not defeated, yet.
Perhaps rather foolishly, we had not anticipated the same navigational woes on the way out as we sufferred on the way in. Cue the van rumbling down countless unmarked, unlit and unnamed roads whilst we grapple with a map we adopted from its place amid the bondage porn in one of the many petrol stations we stopped in to ask for directions in some hybrid of english, german abd interprative dance.
Umpteen desolate streets later it was decided that a kamikaze run back into the city of Prague was required in order to break out once more…
And after a few more tentative corners we succeeded, we found the E50 and evaded Prague’s clutches for the second time, huzzah!
Big, shiny feathered hats off to Katie for steering the good ship Larkin through these turbulent waters and a bag of gold to first mate Mike Mechanical Owl for seeing her home to the Nuremburg Ramada Hotel at 4am…
Anyway, after a much required few hours sleep we were back on the road satnav proudly on display, en route to Koln, where we have just played an absolute blinder of a show to make up for yesterday.
Anyway, I do hope that we get to meet Prague again, hopefully on more negotiable terms, but yesterdyas events made for quite the horror-tale…
With a bit of luck we’ll have photogrqaphic proof of our plight up here in the days to come.
Hope you enjoyed my story, I’m going to shut up now.
Bye!
Nest x