Coyans in the Czech Republic

WOOHOO!!! We have clothes!!!

Today we drove all the way to Prague and back to recover our incarcerated luggage (about a 400km round trip). We arrived at Praha airport, found the mystrious phone and dialed the "secret code". No one answered. We tried no less than 5 times and then called the original people that we had been dealing with, hoping that they could tell someone we were at the airport waiting. The man was less than helpful as he would only give us directions to the airport even though we had already told him three times that we were standing in the airport! Finally, after dialing the secret code a few more times, someone answered and came out to meet us. She took us into the inner sanctum where all the bad luggage goes and showed us our luggage...needless to say it was a joyful reunion!! We still needed to go thru customs, so they could scrutinize the illicit contents. We go to the customs counter where four Czech police and customs officials are looking at us with disdain, we have interrupted their chat. They ALL come over to the xray machine and stare at the screen as our bags go thru. We are nervous...we just want to take our underwear and deodorant and go...but we don't want to anger them either...They locate the bag containing the "boxes filled with drugs" and ask us to open the suitcase by pointing to the bag and saying "open". We then proceed to show them that the drugs are really See's candies. They poke the boxes with their fingers...and say "bon-bon" (candy). They put the candy down on the table and all four of them walk away from us without saying a word. And they go stand behind the counter resuming their conversation. "Are we free to go?" we wonder...we take our chances and high-tail it outta there with our sweet sweet suitcases rolling behind us...I'd say we got a crash course in Czech bureaucracy today...