Arrival in Ostrava
I am afraid that there was no cathartic moment when I landed on the land of my birth. Just a long wait to go through immigration. The bored official didn’t even pick up on my ‘place of birth’ Ostrava on my U.K. passport. On the other hand I didn’t lie down and kiss the earth.
Ostrava is new Airport. I should have taken the bus but I was being old and decided to get a taxi. I had delayed to take images of the Ostrava sign so I was behind the two women who, as it worked out, got the last Taxi.
So there I was standing hopefully in an empty taxi rank listening to the sound my Ryanair plane took off. Which was the last flight for the day. I started to wonder, as the airport closed, why any Ostrava taxi driver would bother to come all the way out to an empty airport. I was desperately trying to remember the phone number on the rear of the taxi 80033????
I asked a man and wife with a couple of kids, coming out of the airport, how I could get a Taxi. As the wife went inside to ask he, Radek Lansky decided to give me a lift into Ostrava. Radek has a Volvo SUV so I travel in style, listening to a Cz Country Radio Station.
They dropped me off right outside my hotel in the centre of Ostrava. Needless to say I have friended Radek on Facebook.
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