Ok so if Prague was
legendary, what were we going to do to top that.
Ramon, our
experienced tour guide thought it good to give us a bit of a lie in after the
final night in the Czech republic. Not that it mattered, as many of the crew crawled
in the early hours of the morning with more war stories of note.
Prague had been big.
Very Big. It had been the midpoint of the tour and that precise moment when
everything gelled together. Fun, friendship and beer. Everything that Castle
stands for, came together in one of the best beer drinking cities in the world.
To tell more of the
exploits would be to betray the tour mantra. Let’s just say it was everything
we hoped for and more in a city, and it certainly left an impression on us.
Onwards to the
airport and the flight to Dublin, where we were reminded of the draconian
security measures, having to strip off shoes and belts to get through to the
duty free – where we quickly realized this duty free makes Joburg look like
paradise…
To be honest, the
tired bodies didn’t care much, especially as those weary lads had sunk into a
mac attack on the public side of the airport.
We boarded Air
Linguis, and I never even knew we took off, being rudely awoken in Czech as the
flight attendant scolded Vrystaat for having the nerve to pull his shade down
at the window as we were on descent.
Three hours had
passed in a whisper, but we were all very much awake as we arrived in Dublin,
where fun, friendship and song apparently goes well with a beer in these parts.
A quick shower and
off to the Merry Ploughboy, a traditional Irish singalong group who kept us
entertained with great irish music, some stunning food for the evening and
loads and loads of the dark stuff.
It quickly became
clear that the other tables were from the USA, France and a scattering of other
countries, but when it came down to it, they never had a chance against the
Castle Tavern Tour group.
The Ploughboys tried
to take the mickey out of us by getting Kim on stage, then complaining she
never left them with a thank you kiss, so Angelique volunteered, only to send
big Danie and Pieter up to show them a proper “South African kiss”. Not quite
what they expected, but it certainly did bring the house down.
More beer afterwards
in the downstairs pub and more camaraderie. The tour group was taking strain,
but so far nobody had even thought about giving in. After all, tomorrow the
Temple Bar area awaits.
- Brenden Nel
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