I made it to Prague. It was different flying rather than taking a train this time (I actually realized that I'm mostly done with long train trips in Europe) and I was annoyed that they made me check my backpack but the bag made it and it was pretty harmless. I was worried, after my experience in Paris, that if my backpack got "lost" it may never be found again.
I took a bus and the subway to find my hostel which is literally 1/2 block from the astronomical clock and old town hall. It's great. I don't know if I get lost less than I did at the beginning of my trip or if I'm just more relaxed about it and don't worry if I make a few circles or zig zags along the way.
The hostel is nice, big, clean, and Preston (from San Diego) the front desk guy and Jason (from Virginia) the pub crawl/events guy are great. Not to mention Mister Bigs the hostel pit bull mascot. The only downside, no air conditioning and it is HOT. Right now I think it actually might rain so I'm hiding out in the common room. No need to get caught under an awning like in Paris.
I wandered around a bit yesterday evening and got a feel for where I am. While I waited at the airport in Paris I had already read up, studied my map and circled where I wanted to go. Then I joined the hostel pub crawl with Jennifer and Grace, sisters from Colombia.
At the 1st bar we discovered a huge Jenga set with drinking games and directions written on each piece. A group of about 6 of us (the Colombian sisters, Nick from California, Alex from Australia, 2 Brazillian guys and whoever else wandered in and out of the game) set up and played there for a couple hours. Yes, I had to wear a toilet paper turban, yes, someone drew a uni-brow on me and yes I drank a ton of beer. It was all kinda great. After that we went to a club. It was actually my 1st club in Europe. It was packed, it was sweaty, but it was oddly still enjoyable. We then crawled to a club called Duplex where there was supposed to be a pirate party. I was waiting outside to go in talking to a British guy who looked like Elijah Wood and I just was not in the club mood. Nick from California wasn't either so we grabbed some street beers and walked back toward the hostel.
Nick came up with the bright idea that we should go to the strip club 2 doors down from our hostel. I have never been to a strip club before (where women strip, that is), even in America, so I figured then was as good a time as any to try it out. And that's what we did. It was entertaining. One of the strippers even told me she liked me and kissed me. (Boys, that one is for you).
Today I made my way to Charles Bridge, a cute riverside fair, the Communist Museum (which happens to be in the middle of a huge shopping area and directly next to a McDonalds), the Museum of Torture, and the Sex Machine Museum. It's official, I've gone to some sort of sex museum in every country I've been to.
Now it looks like rain and I'm waiting it out in the common room until I get out for dinner/drinks. So far, I'm cool with Prague.
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