Prague is one of those cities that floors you the second you get to it, and we got in at 11:30pm off a nasty ass train. Pretty impressive, I'm telling you, after all that happened to us on the train. Somehow, on a train with ten or so compartments, the air conditioning stops working, and lucky for us, it is absolutely pouring rain so opening the windows isn't an option. Delicious. The train was so full that people were sitting on the floor...I'm glad we had seats.
We end up meeting this American guy Kevin and a German guy on the train, the latter being a German businessman that travels every weekend. Turns out the American is from Bellingham (what!?) and that all Germans think that Bavarian beer is actually the worst. Cool bits of information there, I guess.
We (Kevin, Bernard and I) are all on our way to Praha, and at some point we stop at a German train station (where lots of people get off) and they start removing the cart we're in from the rest of the train. Hmm...that's good, right? We luckily get onto the rest of the train that is actually leaving that station, and otherwise have a decent trip to Praha. Long, but decent.
Our hostel more than made up for it when we got there! Plus Prague, I'm telling you guys...amazing place. It had a pool, sauna, huge bar and restaurant, free internet, breakfast, ensuite bathrooms even in the dorms, kitchen, its own market...it was sheer insanity. My favourite part might very well have been the fact that they had a Girl Zone, where they gave you fluffy towels, hair dryers and big cosmetic mirrors to get ready in front of. Straight up awesome. We had a quiet night drinking overpriced beer in the bar (1 EUR for 0.5L of beer, just awful) since we were so beat.
The next morning was crazy - we go to breakfast and who do we see but Lucia and Frank, of the Munich crew. Just happened to end up at our hostel. We spent the day doing this sick walking tour (Paul's Walking Tour, if you're ever in Prague) with an awesome guide named Mikael. For the rest of you Canadians, we had a heated yet hilarious debate as to why Canadians are so much better than the Czechs at ice hockey...it was glorious. Went to this bar called the Cross Club, which is made entirely of car parts...for serious. It was kind of obscene, and the crowd was pretty rough but it was a fun time. An air-conditioning appreciation session took place, but otherwise it was pretty uneventful. Kind of wish I got an audio clip of the music they were playing in the club, kind of like untz, untz, untz. For four hours. Great times.
Other random encounters with the people in our hostel, including drinking beer in the pool and sauna with one of the staff members, who later invited us all to her massive house in the city to party it up. Sick times in Prague.
Off to Berlin, where the liver keeps getting tested, more on that later!
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