Sad goodbyes and crazy nights in Prague

And we're back to normal!

Well, almost.

In Prague things changed a little bit, and it left the group devastated. Our amazing guide Kiki had to leave the tour, because he had left his passport back in Croatia and it was meant to be sent to our accommodation in Vienna but it never arrived. So he could keep on travelling with us without his passport, so we were to have a new tour guide. No one was happy about this, and when he told us all that he had to leave everyone was either speechless or in tears (I was the latter...) He was a vital part of La Familia and him not being with us would change the whole tour. Now our replacement Kiki was an amazing tour guide called Amanda, but to start off none of us were all that happy (not because of Amanda, just because she wasn't Kiki) But we knew we had to make the most of Kiki still being with us, and also welcome Amanda into La Familia, so Prague was going to be insane from the second we arrived.

We had our walking tour and saw the John Lennon wall, walked across a bridge and to the main town centre, and then went back to camp for our last supper with Kiki. 

That night was crazy. We had the loudest train ride ever, with all of us singing and laughing and probably being really annoying to the other people but we didn't really care because we were determined to send Kiki off in style. We stopped off at an absinthe bar on our way to the club, and while I didn't buy anything I tried an absinthe mojito and absinthe beer (the perks of not drinking is that you get to try a bit of everyone elses drinks because they know you wont skull it all..

After the absinthe bar we all walked through the narrow cobbled streets to the 5-storey night club.. Each floor had a different style of music- golden oldie's which was music from the 90's and before, pop, r&b, a live lounge and then an ice bar. I spent most of the night on the oldies floor because the music there was so good! We walked through the different floors and stayed on the live lounge floor for a bit, and all the Aussies showed us their dance to “Nut-bush city limit” which apparently every Australian knows (look it up on youtube and you'll see what i'm on about – although ours wasn't as good because it was hot and everyone was a bit tipsy and that doesn't make learning a dance easy..)

Proof that I was in a five storey club!

The club was so much fun but it was so hot, so me and a few others went home early compared to the others. We had a very interesting taxi ride, where the driver agreed on a price and then about 3 minutes from our campsite he pulled over and refused to take us there unless we gave him more money, so we got out and walked away, and then hid, and then ran. We made it back safely but I was convinced the taxi would find us (but don't worry he didn't!). After all that excitement I went to bed absolutely knackered.

The next morning when I woke up, the campsite was a tip. It looked like a little shanty town, with beds all over the place and sleeping bodies in random places. It was such a funny morning because everyone was hungover or still half asleep. We had a really slow start, and then eventually got dressed and ready to go out (without being stung by one of the 1000's of wasps around the place). The we headed into the city where we did a bit of much needed shopping – I literally had no clean clothes and no more places to wash them so I had to buy new clothes just so I had something to wear... We had lunch in the John Lennon pub (the burger I had was incredible!) and then after a bit of souvenir shopping and another walk through the town square we headed back to the camp to have a much needed nap. When we got there there were still bodies all over the place, so we joined them. That night was a lot more relaxed than the night before, and we went to the restaurant at the campsite for food because we couldn't be bothered going all the way into the city.

John Lennon wall..

The next morning wasn't fun. We had to pack up everything as usual, but we also had to say goodbye to Kiki. He was the most incredible tour leader and he had made us a family within days of meeting each other. When he said goodbye to all of us I don't think there was a dry-eye on the coach. Driving out of the campsite waving to him out the window was devastating and that bus ride to Berlin was abnormally quiet without Kiki at the front playing 'Would you Rather' with Dom, Scotty and Matty. Although Amanda was amazing and although we were all devastated to see Kiki go she didn't try to replace him and she was soon part of La Familia!

I call this game: spot the Angus..

I had to zoom in to make it a bit easier for you.

This was the state of the campsite... Across the other side of the campgrounds were a fresh bunch of topdeckers with their tents in perfect rows with their guy ropes and everything. and then there was us..

Our last photo as La Familia with Kiki... 

Next stop: Berlin!!