Prague to Poland via an overnight train.

A holiday filled with intense intoxication and severe sobriety.

It started with a race to Luton Airport after work on Thursday evening, two hours later we had landed in the Czech capital. I was expecting Euro Trash pop music and a poor sense of style from the locals and I wasn’t too far off the mark. Day one we travelled to Kutna Hora after hearing rave reviews from friends who had visited previously. It was a flying visit but a memorable one.

The Bone Church contained the remains of 30,000 wealth Czechs all placed in perfect symmetry.  Stunning. (SOBER).

Kutna Hora

Kutna Hora

Back to Prague, I put my course of antibiotics on hold and upgraded to very cheap Czech beer. The evening began at the beer factory in the city centre where we made like the locals and poured our own pints (or should I say head?).  We then headed back of over the famous St Charles Bridge to the biggest club in Europe. It consisted of five levels for five different types of drunk dancers: Radio Play, Oldies, R n B, Chilled out and a foyer, I think. I cut some shapes and shed some kilos to some classic tunes by the BS Boys, Spice Girls and the Grease soundtrack (can you guess which floor I was on?) We met an Angel, a racist Chinese girl, a ginga Welsh guy and a friendly American who we saw busking the next day. (DRUNK).

The Beer Factory

The Beer Factory

Feeling a little jaded the next morning, we indulged in some greasy pizza for breakfast before slowly strolling the streets of Prague and eventually heading back to the train station to catch an over night train to Krakow.

The overnight train

The overnight train

Arriving at our destination at 6:45 the next morning we had the entire day to get ourselves to Auschwitz. It might sound a bit weird but I have always been obsessed with the Holocaust for a long time and visiting Auschwitz for me was a massive tick off the bucket list. I cannot explain what it felt like to walk the same path of someone who knew that in just minutes their family and themselves would be murdered.  Our tour guide concluded our visit with a powerful speech, instead of asking for donations she urged us to take a moment from our future to read the stories of the people that had survived this death camp. In ten years time it is likely there will be no survivors left so it is very important to keep their stories alive. (SOBER).

Work will set you free.

Work will set you free.

As silent train ride back to Krakow was what we needed to prepare ourselves for another ridiculously cheap night on the Polish pints. We headed out to one club only – next thing I know I am awoken by Amanda’s return, for some reason I thought I had spent the entire night out with my friends, but they informed me that I had been put to bed four hours earlier. I ran out to get some pizza before returning again to bed. (DRUNK)

Polish pints

Polish pints

Now the holiday is truly over…

I’m sitting on an Easy Jet flight behind a screaming baby and Amanda has hit her vomiting trifecta. (SOBER & SAD).

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