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Date: 13 January 2009
Day 52
Location: Bus between Prague and Wroclaw
Overstay in Prague: 4 days
We’ve spent almost a fifth of our trip to Europe so far in Prague, and I didn’t even like it that much! Similar to our time in Krakow, we’d become like vets of our hostel by the time we left. We saw pretty much three generations of other travelers come and go in that time and managed to kick up a storm with all of them. Some of the absolute coolest people I’ve met so far this trip.
Straight out, there really isn’t that much to do in Prague. The castle, some cool architecture around the city and a couple of day trip options. Combine that with the coldest winter Europe has seen in something like 13 years and it’s pretty fuckin’ depressing. Our solution? Sleep all day and go out all night, after all the nightlife in Prague is supposedly pretty pumping.
From Monday through Tuesday I still managed to get some culture up me. A walking tour on Tuesday saw us run into a bloke from home, Dan Kauter, who we had no idea was also traveling. Checking out the local shopping on Thursday, a small afternoon walk to the park on Friday, a day trip to Kutna Hora on Saturday with some American girls and Big Red, a solo self guided random walk around on Sunday and that’s it for daytime activities. Other then the day trip, I didn’t leave the hostel before 2pm other then buying some hangover friendly breakfast.
Now the nightlife. As per usual we have zero idea of where to go other then tip offs from the hostel. And Christine and Kristy had showed me some videos of a must see five floor tourist club.
Monday is Roxy’s. A tram ride and walk in bullshit freezing temperature gets us to possibly the biggest shithole I have ever seen. It’s like the builders got halfway through and were told they had 2 hours to get as much done as possible and get the fuck out. They did have a foosball room where the tables had cup holders though. That gives ‘em a few points. The music sucked and other then two average looking party whores it was damn hard to meet anybody in the place.
I don’t think shuffling has really taken off here yet… it tends to draw a lot of stares. I got some dancing in with a random Czech girl before her boyfriend thought something was up and dragged her away. One of the only friendly Czechs I met all week. This place was definitely a dodgy deal in more ways then one. I couldn’t get too annoyed though cause I was so distracted watching and listening to a bloke from our hostel who clearly had no idea get systematically turned down by every girl in the place and a few more outside. Two points for confidence, negative 10 for being a dickhead. We termed him superdouche for the rest of his time in Prague.
Quote of the night from superdouche to one of my boys: “I have like a 70% chance with that girl, he’s got none”, shortly followed by “Hey x you must have no game because you’re sitting here and talking to me”.
Burrr.
Tuesday at Cross club. The oddest club I have seen in my life. Every piece of décor had been taken from a junkyard and assembled in some creative ways. Like a fan made out of the bottoms of irons, a whole wall made of clutches and all sorts of moving displays. Add the techno-reggae, bohemian wannabes, girls spitting on walls, people passed out everywhere, couples having sex in small alcoves, an entire floor smelling like weed and zero security dudes, and you have a right weird ass club.
Wednesday is Mecca. Two blocks from our hostel, with two floors, we gather up a troupe and head down for a massive night. Of course we had started the night by getting as many people to play four kings with us as possible, so we’re all real fucked. A downstairs DJ playing our requests including Never Ganna Give you Up and other tacky crap gets up cracking up and pumped for a big night. I don’t really remember getting home, but I do remember the upstairs DJ playing about 6 of my favourite dance songs in a row. The place was awesome.
Our Thursday is spent inside the walls of the hostel rolling ourselves over some more four kings. Friday sees Kozman leave us for the rest of the trip, and a bunch of extras show up at the hostel. Our standard welcome ceremony of forcing them to play four kings occurs. Soon they are added to our list of temporary best friends and we head out to tacky club deluxe. Five stories of R&B, dance, 80′s rock, rap and chillout. A shitload of kids are running about who I swear are not a day over 15 years old. Ah, Europe. A cheap 12% beer ends my night as it feels like getting kicked in the guts as it goes down. This is Czech beer, in my opinion the worst in the world. I would honest to god rather a XXXX, but not a VB. Dancing is done, girls are hit on, laughing at Andy occurs and many stories are shared the next morning.
Saturday. Oh, Saturday. Biggest, craziest and weirdest night of the trip yet. We peel a new mate away from his girlfriend and set destination for a strip club. We pay our cover and head on up. Theres girls walking around so we ask them where the bar is. They say there isn’t one. About 5 minutes later we clue on that we are in fact prancing around the hallways of a whore house.
At the bar next door which has Czech girls running around in skimpy outfits we decide its a great and hilarious idea to get Big Red a lappy which is finished off by him being owned across the ass by his own belt. The last time I saw him, three days after the event, his arse was still red raw. Definitely an awesome idea.
Then it’s onto our favourite club, Mecca, for a night of watching incredibly hot dancers on podiums and throwing whatever we can get our hands on down our throats. A 6am home time seals in a massive night.
We had extended to Sunday night after discovering our shit planning meant we couldn’t get a bus till Monday. I went on a bit of a solo mission around town in shit weather before returning to the hostel to meet a couple more Aussie girls who ended up being mad friends. Monday morning we go and get our bus to find that I had actually read the arrival time instead of the departure. Once more we couldn’t leave Prague. Back to the hostel we are greeted by a few giggles and decide to scrap the rest of the holiday and go back to Poland and hit the slopes.
Our final night is spent with our original crew plus a bunch of Amerians playing drinking games. Once again we get destroyed and head out. What else is there to do in Prague?
