I love traveling, but hate travel day.
My flight out of San Diego was Sept 7 at 06:40. I was up at 03:45 to be ready. I had just over four hours of sleep.
I took Uber to the airport. A friend was over on Saturday. He swore he’d get me to the airport on Monday. I explained what time he’d have to be up. Still he insisted. When my Uber driver pulled up, I told him “you look nothing like my friend who was going to give me a ride”.
I flew from San Diego to Dulles, Dulles to Brussels, and Brussels to Prague.
I had been to Dulles before, but had never transferred from the domestic to international terminal. The vehicles they used for transport wouldn’t look out-of-place on the battle field if they were painted in camouflage:
I’m not able to sleep on planes much. By the time the taxi had dropped me at my hotel, I had been awake for 24 hours. Factor in the four hours of sleep the night before and I was exhausted.
I went straight to my room and slept for five hours. I took a shower and went down to the hotel bar for a few of the local beers. Pilsner Urquell was everywhere. It was hard to walk two blocks without seeing a pub serving it. I drank a fair amount of that and another Czech beer called Kozel.
The hotel bar was charging 97 Czech Koruna (about $4) for a 1/2 liter bottle. I didn’t realize until later, I was paying too much. 40 Crowns ($1.65) was what I paid in non-tourist areas.
From the hotel bar it was back to the room and in bed by 22:00. I woke at 03:30 and just stayed awake. I’m not normally one who sleeps a lot and the combined 10 hours felt like enough.