B is for bikes

Lying awake, baking in the bedroom and being blinded by the morning light, Lorna calculated that trams were thundering past our building every four minutes. We are all so tired that we have eyes like pissholes in the snow.

We hired bikes and cycled outside of Brno towards a reservoir where Czechs lounged on a pontoon and sunbathed on the grass. Many locals take their cycling seriously; equipped with full lycra and accessories. As we sped downhill to return the bikes Ruth got her wheel caught in a tram track and slammed to the ground, hurting herself. We decided to have a quieter night in, after sourcing a bag of frozen veg for numbing.