Those czechs know their scamming...

Trip Start Jan 31, 2006
Trip End Ongoing

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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Well, after that last episode...

Things start to get blurry. I know some things for sure. When we first arrived in Prague I was in dire need of some laundry. Nathan as well was in Dire need. We made the trek back to the train station and began questioning the local laundry man about his prices. 10 bucks canadian each, which seemed like quite a bit of money just to wash some eensy weensy clothes (I only wear g strings) but I bit the bullet and handed over my fragile laundry. Nathan on the other hand tightened his purse strings and walked away dirty clothing in hand. He was sure he could find a better deal. The next day he was a little too lazy, and the next day he wandered around for hours trying to find the perfect laundry place he had heard so much about. Finally he found it the next day, and gave them the bag. "Wednesday!" They cried, letting him know when it would be ready. "Wednesday???" Thought Nathan...But we're leaving tuesday. Looks like his dirty clothes may get dirtier...

After such a successful tour of the city of Berlin, and the extreme coolness of the city of Prague, we decided that a tour would be just the way to go. We heard tell of a tourguide that met at a Giant Horse, that seemed to be just sitting on top of a large concrete pedestal. Now where I'm from these things are everywhere, but in Prague I suppose they only have one. Too bad. So the tour begins at 1 pm, and we began making our way at around 12:45 after only a brief episode of me almost losing my camera in an internet place. Nathan, in his all knowingness, knew the way to get there, so we simply got in tow and started following. Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. Straight. Left. Right. Left. Straight. Theres the train station!

So we walked past it. Wheres this horse I thought...hmmm maybe its this way. Nope
Maybe this way??? Nope

We better ask someone. So off we go and ask the guards walking around where the big horsey is. "It is There" They replied in a gruff, straightforward manner (Its hard to do accents on this thing. I really wish I could though, the czech accent is awesome. Simply awesome.)

Anyways, we walked along the boulevard until we finally found the horsey. 1:20. I think we're too late. But look, theres the tour lady with her umbrella! See, they use umbrellas to show people where they are.

So anyways, we decide that if we just sort of start mingling with the other people who actually paid for the tour, we can just sneak on. And oh did it ever work. We must all just look the same to this tour lady. Once we had cemented ourselves onto the tour, we began realizing where we were. Huh, thats odd. Isnt that spot 2 blocks down exactly where we started when we wanted to find this place? Didn't we take pictures of it before we began looking? We most certainly did! Isn't that funny. But it worked out well because we got a free tour.

So off we went with the tour lady, still a little unsure about our status, but trying to learn as much as we could. But unfortunately, she sucked. A lot. Just no passion in her voice, it looked like she'd already gotten everyone's money, so she just didn't care. I feel that maybe she should have just told me what to say. Or I should have just made stuff up, because it would have been a much better tour for everyone.

The only thing of interest was something about some clock that apparently tells you the season, cycle of the moon, time, and thirty seven other handy tidbits of info. The first day we had arrived we saw a large mass of people gathering around this massive clock, and heard whispers of apostles coming out at 4 oclock. Since it was at that point 3:57, we thought we might as well wait. 4 oclock hits, and then everyone starts to walk away. What the heck? Nothing happened. We had a serious look of confusion on our faces, and so did a few others. This one fellow asked us about it, and was just as perplexed as us. Turned out he was from New brunswick, and his name was stephen. We didn't hear stephen though, we heard Leo, and from then on he was dubbed leo. He hung out with us for the rest of the time in prague, and had a blast as well.

So our final night in Prague we decided to hit up the pub crawl, as those can never go wrong. It started off with shots of Absinthe. Someone was throwing up before we even made it to the first bar. It felt like first year university, only I was the advisor. I didn't really manage to get that drunk until the end when we attempted to drink some absinthe the correct way. So we poured some absinthe in a shot glass. Then we put sugar on a spoon. Then we lit the absinthe and put the spoon on top of the shot glass. I'm not entirely sure what we were planning to do once we got to this point, and neither was the bartender. Eventually he took it from us, blew out the shot glass, dipped the spoon in the absinthe and then lit THAT on fire. After it goes out you mix the sugar into the glass and then drink it. Unfortunately since we were idiots the shot glasses were super hot and gave me mild burns. Yikes. But this led to trouble. I was wearing a Bright green shirt with the name CHRIS across the front. But they gave us Nametags. So this meant it was time for a new name. And so I became "Alejandro" Mexican Man of Mystery. And nathan was dubbed Santiago, with many many accents on the name. It was quite the night.

The very next day we had to leave. And leave we did. We slowly made our way down to the street, and tried to find a way to dial the 57 digit number for the taxi company. When this was unsuccessful, we started walking. Eventually we found a taxi who would take us to the airport. How much? We ask, and he replies "I must go by the meter" Ok, we thought how much could that be.

1500 Krown was exactly how much. Aka 75 dollars canadian. Wow, isn't that ridiculous. But we paid the man using up some of our reserve euros and anything else we could find, and ran to the check in counter. It was exactly 30 minutes til our flight. She quickly checked us through and said "And now you must run!" So we ran to the passport control

A HUGE LINE! TWO HUGE LINES! So we hopped in the left and were almost through when.....BAM! They shut down that line, so off we went to the back of the other. It was about 5 minutes til our flight at this point. Eventually we pleaded with the foreign diplomats counter and went through that check in. We were now officially foreign diplomats. We hopped on the plane with no time to spare and whooooosh! We were off to Croatia.

Thats all for now folks. I am mentally exhausted.
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