Stop Europe, I want to get off

In the past week – London, Paris, Rome, Ipswich… (one of these things does not belong, come on, can you tell which one…) And between now and new year when I come home, I still have another trip to Glasgow (where I will attempt to unearth the iconic deep fried mars bar) and Prague to contend with. And quite frankly I’m already exhausted.

The thing that is different about travel as an adult vs. as a kid with parents is the use of public transport – while it’s the best way to get to know the people of a city and it’s cheap, and it’s also not the most obvious or simple way to get around for a first timer.

Hence the 4 pages of instructions (with colour photos!) from Naomi about how get to the metro from Prague airport. Note that these don’t get me to my hostel – or even out of the subway. She says I will need further instructions on how to select the right escalator back up from the trains. I can see myself, years from now, roaming the tunnels of the Prague subway, desperately trying to find the way out, living on nothing but the water crackers and Krispy Kreme donuts I had brought for Naomi who has long since given up any thought of seeing me again. My precious…those hobbitses won't take the glazed donutty preciouses from usss…