Saturday: Plzen to Prague

We rolled out of bed early to stuff ourselves at breakfast, had our extremities almost taken off by the shower, then went souvenir shopping at the brewery and Tesco, filling our baskets to the brim with cheap alcohol, bottles of water and Marianske Lazne wafer biscuits. As neither of us could face another beer we had a few slow turns around the centre, killing time until the one o'clock bus to Zlicin on the outskirts of Prague.

Checking-in, I thought back to the last time I'd flown out of the place, a few snowy days after Christmas 2005, three weeks after we'd returned from India. In the early evening we'd got as far as the runway before getting stuck overnight in multi-coloured plastic chairs. The plane took off over a day late, and we were the lucky ones.