Prague, Czech Republic. Part 1
The Iron Curtain is parted, and I'm right in the middle! There is such a change in attitudes the further you go into the previous Communist countries, but no matter what, people still get a charge out of Motorcycles, and that's why we're here.
I've got a date with Mrs. Praga.
Funny story about the cab driver. Seems like they all "ride" here in BCN, and when they find out I work in MotoGP, they always tend to punch it. By the time I whipped out the camera, he'd already slowed down to 180KPH, from 230! All I have to do is mention that I'm late for a race, and it's on!
Can't get enough of that coffee! Sooo Goood!
Yay!!! Czech treats on the flight!
More Czech Treats revealed themselves at the airport. . . . . . . . .
My enthusiasm was somewhat tempered by the machine gun toting police, who popped out of rooms like this throughout the place.
I'm part asian, so I really like eating soups with egg in it. Great stuff, and with the Orange/Grapefruit juice I had, I couldn't believe it was only 3 Euros. Welcome to the Republica Checa!
Where am I again?!?