I went to an ice hockey game once in Prague. Never again.
In 2004 I went to Baku, Azerbaijan to watch the England soccer team. The under 21s had played the night before in glorious, warm sunshine. As I was going just for the day I decided to dress/travel light. Jeans and a light sweater would suffice. Passport, phone, cash and match ticket in pockets.
Landed in Baku around 9am and it was hammering down with rain and the temperature had dropped remarkably. I also started to feel like absolute sh!t. My mates went off to find whatever there was to do in Baku at that time while I booked myself into the first hotel I cam across and slept all day. When I woke in time for the game the weather hadn't improved and there was also a risk the game could be postponed. All the way to Azerbaijan for nothing was a possibility. However, the game went ahead but conditions were absolutely rank. I was freezing cold and soaked. By half time the Azerbaijani police had realised they weren't going to be called into action and began starting fires in big metal barrels behind the stand. I spent 45 minutes huddled up with them trying to get warm and having conversations in a language neither party had any clue about. Towards the end we started singing Queen songs as most of the policemen looked like Freddie Mercury.
England won 1-0 but that's all I can remember. Back to the airport straight after the game. The flight home was very uncomfortable. It was probably the only time I've not enjoyed a trip/day out to another country.