We wake up pretty early, get some much needed internets out of the way and head to our hotel breakfeast. Being at our quite suave accomodation, we all look and sound pretty out of place but it doesnt stop us from downing a great feed which even included cheese (how good is cheese?).
With a great breaky under our belts, we head up to our 5 hour day tour (which went as long and dragged out as it sounds). Time on the tour was mainly spent in Prague Castle with us waiting on Carlos to catch up to the group and getting in trouble for taking photos of eachother mimicing statues and paintings in areas which were prohibit as seen below:
(will insert picture when we find a internet cafe computer pimp can hack)
The tour was quite interesting but heated up near the end when Pimp started chatting up an Aussie girl who was on the tour with her mum. Granted, he had to listen to her life story on her having to look after her large lolli eating grandmother all trip, but he was pulling out all the moves including the golden line in response to her statement about her new haircut being terrible - “Yeah, well it is a windy day.” At the end of the tour, she lets him know she is going on a beer tour later but unsure of the eticate when tuning a girl when her mother is present, the boys ditch the idea and go for lunch instead.
We bum around for the rest of the day and despite the 5am kick off tomorrow, the threads (which are due for a good cleaning or prehaps burning) are thrown on and out we head. As the old saying goes, “When in Rome, eat Italian’ so we all snack on some quite ordinary Italian dinner in Czech Republic, who would have thought? The hour walk through the rain begins as we head off looking for a pub/club.
Despite offers of sex with women, monkeys, midgets or all three at the same time, we settle on an Irish pub. After a few overpriced drinks we hit a dance club where double shots of 70% Absinth are thrown back.Last recollections of the night are those of burning throats, very certain thoughts of throwing up the magical green medicine of torture and a radiculous call to the barman to bring us another round of these bastards as a double.
God knows our arrival time home and chosen method of transport, all we know is that Carlos managed to pass out in his and Pimps room and sure as hell wasn’t opening the door for anyone. Paul, Pimp and Matt fall asleep next to each other in a double bed… Crazy Czechs!
Potato Pancakes Paul, Goulash Glenn, Light Carl, Dark Matt
