Traveling can be fun!

But sometimes it just isn't! Yesterday Alma and I left England, I to Czech Republic and Alma to Germany. When we got to Gatwick we had long delays queuing to check in were quite horrendous due, in part, to the attempted terrorist attack a few weeks back. When we finally managed to check in we had to queue again to get to the departure gate, then we had to queue to go through the security checks. Alma found out that her flight was delayed and so I left before her for Prague. I sat beside an English guy working for Tescoes in Prague.

Alma had fun in her flight: "Arrived and happy that I did. Terrible flight, or, better, terrible last 20min. Ppl were screaming at one point, because we - in my opinion - amost crashed". She then drove from Cologne to Mosbach. She got home (I think) at half past one in the morning.

I waited at the Prague main railway station for two hours for the next train to České Budějovice and left at half midnight. I arrived back home at 4 am.

A long time and frustrating time of travel. That being said, we both got home safely. Thank you Lord!