The Airportline: Observations

The fastest lighter on earth.
Imported from Prague.

And she said that we were bastards, and that my face looked gay. She continued, claming that also she looked like a bastard. I guess we were a group of bastards, bastards with beer, she had wine. Then she said 'you'll look good in anything' before she claimed that several people at The Prague Post were, fucking, bastards. 'You can't wear orange, you'll look like a bastard' she then told me. She asked us if we wanted to go to Bali with her. We declined the invitation artfully. Well, we said: no. She placed her glas of wine next to the table, making it crash on the stone floor. There was no magic, just a group of bastards, and a broken glass of wine. And we left her in the bar and went out in the Prague night. Old town square was quiet, and old looking. While the bartender cleaned up the shattered glass. Maybe she too was a bastard.

Jazz music is playing in the speakers of the Starbucks café me an my accomplice, Denis has retracted to. Outside the rain slowly falls over the majestic city of Prague. It really is majestic, with it's lit up monuments, it's bridges and crocked streets of the old town. There has been walking and drinking and talking going on since we arrived in our poorly designed Sky Europe flight. Today we will learn about Communism, but first some more coffee, an academic article about blogging and some more coffee. Central Europe on a monday. Feels relaxing.

The Airtportline is going to Prague.
Very early in the morning.
Watch this space for more info.
Now I need to pack my flatmate's bag, which I'm carrying. First time the Airportline does not check anything. I love to check stuff. Flying with only carry on normally means much more preparations. One could wounder why I choose to pack less than six hours before I need to get up. Me too. Less preparation, more Prague? I say yes.