Just returned from a few days and nights photographing in Prague. As appropriate for the birthplace of Franz Kafka this was a truly Kakfaesque experience, or at least the return journey was, courtesy of KLM. We had 50 minutes between our flights, and our first flight was delayed by 35 minutes. KLM in their wisdom decided we wouldn't be able to make the connecting flight and cancelled our seats, rebooking us on a flight first thing the following morning (when there was space on a flight during the evening). They even sent an email saying we had missed our flight! However we did manage to get through passport control and to the departure gate before it closed, and thankfully our cancelled seats had not been reallocated. So we arrived in the UK as originally scheduled. And our luggage? Well you don't need to ask, but we did receive it by courier to our home the following afternoon. So here's my tribute to Kafka.
