An easy morning is had by all after the usual "crack-of-dawn attack of the hyper children", we have nothing to do, nowhere to go, so there's lots of TV, talking and stuff of the close-to-bored spectrum. The guest house is closed today, but inimitable Gabby lets us stay on in the rooms for as long as we like - still no extra cost. At some point in the morning we go out and have a look around, there is snow everywhere, a small field next to the house and a river passing by, Michael wants to ski,
Sarah wants to to sleigh,
Hayley and Amber are off on a walk,
... there's a degree of fun happening...12:00 comes and goes, some sms's start moving about and there are just delays... eventually the man with the spare bus arrives at about 3:30 and we are keen to get moving. They unload the new bus and Pierre happily begins to pack it - I take the man over to the stricken Volksie and he gets in to see what all the trouble is. Sure enough that stick won't budge. He starts the engine, clutch in, tries again. Almost immediately switches off again, pulls the keys from the ignition, sticks the "other" key into the gear lock..., the blood drains from my entire body as I know what is about to happen, the little silver button pops out and - well, the *&^%*&^#(@*&$#^$*&^* gear stick is as free as a bird... we drive around, there really is no problem.
I am speechless.
What we'd done was allow one kid at a time, on rotation to sit up front in the bus between the driver and whoever else is sitting in the front seat. The booster seat lifts the foot of the kiddy to the precise height of the gear lock and... well, one can guess the rest, it is only a matter of time till that little silver button gets a nudge, a shove, a kick or something locking the stick in place. Aiiiii!
The man had to pack up his new car and drive all the way back to Prague...
We told Gabby the news and she did laugh... at least someone thought it was amusing.
If you are ever in the neighbourhood and want to meet the proprietor of the Gastof Engel, and who qualifies for the title of Engel all on her own, stop of at these coordinates: Hauptstraße/St2008 @47.613060, 10.632230 and say "Hi".
Thanks for all the help Gabby!
Moving right along... now all we have to do is drive, in the same bus, to Zurich for the night.
I am speechless.
What we'd done was allow one kid at a time, on rotation to sit up front in the bus between the driver and whoever else is sitting in the front seat. The booster seat lifts the foot of the kiddy to the precise height of the gear lock and... well, one can guess the rest, it is only a matter of time till that little silver button gets a nudge, a shove, a kick or something locking the stick in place. Aiiiii!
The man had to pack up his new car and drive all the way back to Prague...
We told Gabby the news and she did laugh... at least someone thought it was amusing.
If you are ever in the neighbourhood and want to meet the proprietor of the Gastof Engel, and who qualifies for the title of Engel all on her own, stop of at these coordinates: Hauptstraße/St2008 @47.613060, 10.632230 and say "Hi".
Thanks for all the help Gabby!
Moving right along... now all we have to do is drive, in the same bus, to Zurich for the night. 
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