We have seen so many people wearing tshirts that say "Prague - Czech me out!" that I now am finding it difficult to fight the urge to punch them in the back of the head.
Let me begin by sazing that the keyboards here trade the y and the z, and I am trying real hard to remember, but if I slip up, dont kill me. I also cant find the apostrophe, or most of the other punctuation stuff.
Prague isnt our favourite citz in the world. We were having serious doubts earlier in the week, considering going to Switzerland as originallz planned. It is reallz cool in some aspects, and so freakin prettz, but it the 40000 tourists that are everywhere are a bit of a pain in the arse. Plus everyone is real rude. But then on Saturday night we went on a pub crawl and everzthing changed. Well, not everzthing. But the story sounds better if I say that it did.
Despite not reallz enjoying the last pub crawl we went on, we figured that it would be a good way to meet people, see some of Pragues nightlife, and get out of the creepy hostel. We approached the meeting point carefully, making sure that no-one was too scary looking. There were the obligatory 25 desperate-looking men and 4 vague-looking girls. We got chatting to this girl Sarah, from LA, who spent a year in Australia. She was pretty cool, verz chilled. She was friends with the guy that ran the thing, apparently. So we head off to the first bar, its prettz good, but we quicklz realise that everzone is lame and we dont like them, so we go and sit outside to chat to Sarah. Turns out she is the sister of the dude that is hosting the night, and he is the dude that runs the whole company. He set it up himself a few years ago, built it up from scratch. So there we are, chatting away, they make fun of my haircut, we make fun of their accents, we all make fun of the tourist who perpetually talks about where he has been, where hes going, what he seen, did you like Paris, Berlin was amazing, I got ripped off in Portugal, yada yada yada. And then Isaac says something about getting a text message from someone, telling him to get out now because he has a kid. Jes and I are like... Er. What? Turns out theres about 3 pub crawls in operation in Prague. Each make something like 700 Euro each a day. The Ukranian mafia figured this out, and want to control the whole lot, taking the booty of 2000plus Euro a day for themselves. So theres been death threats against them, their families, their patrons. Turns out Sarah is Isaacs sister and has come along for moral support because the threats they thought were emptz until that point suddenlz seemed real, and it looked like he was going to be pushed out by the mob. We were floored. This shit reallz happens? Apparently they all have 3 weeks to live, now. Isaac has filed a police report, but apparentlz they werent helpful. Its crayz! Sarah then said she knew a guy who could make the bad men disappear forever for just 5000czK, but I dont think they were going to follow through with that. Hopefullz. They were all so nice, and it was so sad to see them all upset while their customers were inside getting drunk on free absinthe. We only stayed until the next bar, and then headed home, but not before Sarah told us to go visit her at her work so she could give us a few pointers on cool things to do in Prague. Now that Ive written all this down the mob will surely find it and come after me, but at least you all know about it now.
Today we had a real busy day. We started by visiting this crazy monument to Kafka, where a mini Kafka is riding a headless and handless giant Kafka.
We then headed up to Prague Castle, which was a bit lame because of all the thousands of people, but it was so old and offered a pretty tight view over the whole city.
The hill we had to walk up to get there thought was just not on. Hills are so gay. We wandered around there for a while, then headed over to an area called Mala Strana, which is this big like forest area, with a little mini Eiffell Tower on the top. Some Czech dude thought the Paris one was structurally unsound, so built his own tiny version. You can climb it, we didnt. We had Ryvitas with peanut butter and jam instead. Tasty times. Actually, on the way over the Mala Strana we stopped at this clifftop restaurant and sat on the edge overlooking the whole city and ordered Pina Coladas, which was pretty exciting. We felt like rich people for a minute, until we had to scramble for coins at the bottom of our bags to pay for them.
We got the funicular, which is like a tram cart thing, to the bottom of the hill, and then got lost in the tiny streets trying to find the Lennon Wall. Its this tight wall thats like a shrine to John Lennon, been around for ages, and was started under communism when all his fans loved his rebel attitude. Its covered in graffiti and lyrics and stuff, its pretty cool. See here...
Theres not much else to add really. There probably is but I forget.
Only one and a half more days left here... Very excited about Tokyo! I probably wont blog again until then, so I guess this is nearly goodbye... but not yet.
Photos! More on the flickr account too...
This is what Czech people wear everyday.
This is how they are punished for their crimes.
Jes and I in front of the Charles Bridge.See you all real soon.
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