We touched down in Prague at about two o’clock and our next stop was to get fitted with all our skiing paraphernalia. It took a lot longer than we had anticipated and I was the last one to go into the fitting room.
Unfortunately, the gentleman who did the fitting took one look at me, tutted in a Czech accent and said “We no have the ski, the helmet or the boot in so small size for you, yes?” and then added that I could be a danger on the piste, again due to my size, he said “Maybe, people think you small furry foreign object moving about on snow, it not safe for you to ski my friend, you great peril to skiers, no?” I felt like crying, but decided that although I was now unable to ski, I would in the words of Bing Crosby “Accentuate the positive and eliminate the negative…..” on my Czech Adventure.
We arrived at our hotel very late, so after our welcoming supper we all went straight to bed. I put on the pyjamas Darrell had put in my case, they smelt like home, and I whispered “Good night Darrell, sleep tight Nigel, don’t let the bed bugs bite”
As I snuggled down beside my snowboard I said my prayers, asking Granny Shelia that if she bumped into St. Bernard, Patron Saint of Skiers in Heaven, she would put in a good word for me and perhaps he could find a way of making me not such a hazard on the piste.