"We'll have four beers... each!" cackled the men sitting across from me. It was 3 pm and we were technically still in the UK - albeit more than 10,000 metres in the air - but the stag weekend was already well underway.
It was hardly a surprise. For many, Czechia is synonymous with rowdy pub crawls, pints cheaper than bottled water, and an Amsterdam-esque level of 'alco tourism'. Yet, with bargain flights (€60 return? Thanks, Ryanair) and an undeniable itch to tick another country from my bucket list, I found myself touching down in Prague.
