Day 1

Day 1
 The longest Day
When your alarm rings at 4am you know it is going to be a long day, when you turn your clocks back 6 hours on top of that you know you are in for a real killer. If I go to bed at 11 tonight, I will have been up for 25 hours. Thank god they don't turn the clocks back in the USA this weekend or there would be an extra hour to play with.

50 ways to miss your plane
In the toilets of Prague Airport from one of the stalls came the unmistakable sound of a man snoring. I hope he was not a lone traveller because that would be a terrible way to miss your flight.

Quality Sleep.
When you have to get up early your brain goes into I don't want to miss my alarm mode. So you wake up every hour checking that you haven't overslept. My alarm was set for four, I checked my clock at 3.40 and then fell into the best sleep of the night. But actually the best sleep of today came on my first flight, barely remember a thing about the 1 hour hop from Prague to Brussels.

Non Moving man
My next door neighbour on the plane didn't move for 8 hours. Whereas I went to the toilet 5 times and went to stretch once, he didn't move once. That is a bladder that should be celebrated.

Stereotypes and cliches.
Think of a US/New York cliche and I saw it yesterday, Smelly metro, obese people, cops eating donuts, guys walking with basketballs, Joey Tribiani chatting up women. I walked my poor ankle off and it was only day 1. Highlights include Food market on Lex, Grand Central Terminal, NYC public Library. Times Square, then Subway to China town for dumping soup. Then I ended up in a Belgian bar for a beer before flopping into a bed 26 hours after getting up.

100 Days of Grumpiness Post - Alarm Call

My alarm rang this morning at 4.15. Four bloody fifteen, that's earlier than the practical joker in Krakow set the alarm for. I've climbed into bed later than that once or twice in my life. It's certainly no time to be climbing out of bed. They say it is 4.15 in the morning but I looked out of my window and it was certainly still very much night time. If night trams are still running then it is night time. I watched the street below bleary eyed as late night revellers competed with hedgehogs for pavement space. Why on earth am I getting up at this ungodly hour? Is anything worth being ripped from a sweet dream and having to leave a warm cosy bed stepping into a cold flat that feels miles away from the land of nod? It's utter madness, nobody should be subjected to this cruel and unusual punishment. It's inhumane. And to make matters worse when I got to the airport MacDonald’s wasn't even open for breakfast :-(