Ostrava

Objective: Get the "Turkish" a Schengen Visa.
Location: Ostrava

No photos. Why? It was raining and freezing!

Missed the bus stop managed to get to a part of the city (3rd biggest in Czech Republic) that wasn't on our map.
Ended up on a cosmetics distributor and asked a woman that was at the door smoking:

"I'm sorry we are trying to get to Blahoslavova could you tell us how to get there?"
"MOMENTO!"

This is when we supposed she was going to ignore us, but no!

She comes with a young woman (the bluest eyes!) she asks what do we need in very good English. Explains that we are 20m off target since we were running late we ask:

"Where can we get a taxi?"
"I can call you a taxi just a second."

Comes back tells us which taxi it would be, tries to show us on our incomplete map then:

"Do you want a map of Ostrava?"

Didn't even wait for the answer and comes back with a map 50(MILLION) times better than what was given to us in the Information Centre!

The taxi comes goes to the driver explains in Czech where we want to go says goodbye and goes back inside.

Why is this amazing? Because if I needed help in my country I don't think anyone would be this nice.

Consulate:

One of the unfriendliest girls I have ever seen in my life. Definitely too young to be so bitter.

Outcome:

"Monday."

Not "It will be ready on Monday" or "Come to pick it up on Monday".

Just: "Monday."

Alternative Mission: Eat

"Trust me 'Turkish' here it will be cheap!"

No English. (What a surprise)
"Kureci steak?"
"Dva?"
"Yes, Dva."

"Kofola?"

Together:
"Nooooooooo!"

"Pivo! Gambrinus!"

Question: Is Gambrinus that good?
Answer: No, but Kofola is that bad.

Train back home...

Now on the way to the Erasmus Night Vol. 2.

Outta here....