What we thought wouldn't happen

Our journey started on Easter Monday - one of us managed to get away from šmigrust, the other one unfortunately didn’t. We travelled to Prague by train and then via bus got to the airport. Everything went on smoothly until our connecting flight in Madrid. Since our flight from the Czech capital was delayed, we were running for our lives to get to the right gate. The Madrid AirPort is HUGE so no wonder we had to use the underground, the first tube was out of service, by the way and we had only nine minutes left. Somehow, we boarded the plane on time. However, the landing in Oviedo wasn’t as pleasant as we expected. Instead of welcoming weather and famous Asturian atmosphere, a message declaring the loss of our baggages awaited us. Obviously, we felt everything but pure rage and exhaustion. Starving, we tried to solve the issue, but it was late at night and no one had the information where the baggages are. Although the spanish director wanted to help us, it was easier to make it by ourselves.

Ostrava → Praha

excitement jajaja

a piece of czech tradition on board

Amelie´s private jet

Madrid → Oviedo

Madrid → Oviedo

us after our half marathon to the right gate (train helped not to die)