Some more Photos

Here Duncan is showing how much filth he managed to accumulate on his face after a gruelling 4.5 hour ride to Prague in the pouring rain. He stank of sewage.

Duncan was feeling a little low after the comfort of Alana's mum's place, so I tried to cheer him up with a few sets of chins. The kids playing basketball were very impressed with our form.

Here is Geoff showing some good form with nice straight legs and a slow, deliberate action.

Here are the offending bottles some time into our pre-gaming session for our big night out. As always, it started off as a joke in the supermarket ("Hey, why don't we each drink a bottle of vodka?") but naturally neither of us would show any weakness on the suggestion and we promptly squared them away back in the kitchen. We were smashed and the evening was quite eventful, read about it below in Duncan's post!

Standard dinner outside a supermarket. If only that weather held... Here we ate so many meatballs Duncan nearly chundered on the short 2km to the woods for some wild camping. The meatballs were disgusting too, but thankfully the smell of them was so bad it kept away the animals at night.

A nice Canard in a baguette. Standard fair, washed down with a bottle of the old vino tinto. The whole duck cost a mere 5 euros. Down she goes!

WHAT IS GEOFF DOING?? This is after the Boskov and Geoff was slightly worse for wear. Still, he seems to be enjoying himself and at least he slept in an actual bed unlike Duncan. Poor bastard, I asked to borrow his key because I'd lost mine in the bogs, and then locked him out and promptly dozed off. He slept on a sofa in the bar downstairs.