Cambridge was a fantastic city, but the location of our accommodations were a bit inconvenient. The girls were five miles from the center, and the boys another mile beyond that. And the public transportation cost about £2.50 each. One way. Multiply this by 39 people, convert to Czech crowns and what you have is an impossibility.
What that means is we traveled in and out of town together on our chartered bus, always. But the first day we had a problem: After the 22 hour drive, our drivers had an understandably mandatory break. No bus. What to do?
Here’s the good news: Czechs love to walk, and they love a deal. Also, the weather that evening was beautiful.
This is the same day, mind you, that we have arrived from Czech after a full day and night in the bus. No way was I going to walk. Most of the leaders, in fact, did not. But nearly all the kids did, and a couple hours later we met them in our little village, tired but cheerful.
That’s not the end of the story: we sent the guys on, one more mile for them. And the girls were very ready for dinner, but the little church we were staying in was being used by, well, the church! So we grabbed some bread and turned them right around to march back to the nearest park. There we sat in the waning sunlight, taking turns on the swings and contentedly munching white bread and meat paste sandwiches. Not a word of complaint, only tired but happy smiles.
I love American kids, but I think they would have revolted long before this point. Sometimes low-maintenance is really, really nice.