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Trip Start Nov 13, 2010
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Trip End Nov 27, 2010


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Prague Central Apartments

Flag of Czech Republic  , Bohemia,
Friday, November 19, 2010

We arrived in Prague around 7:30 that morning. We triple checked that we were getting off at the main station in Prague.  It was honestly quite relieving to be in what we called "civilization" again.  A train station that looked like it was in the 21st century and not a bum in sight.  It was great.  We felt like all the bad stuff that happened in Poland was behind us and we were set for smooth sailing.  A nice taxi driver took us to our apartment reception and pointed out all the sights on the 5 minute drive.  He spoke pretty good English and honestly seemed like he hoped we enjoyed our short time here (now down to 26 hours).  Got the keys to the apartment and walked (I dragged) our bags a few blocks away to our place.  Landon got zero sleep on the train (has some issue with sleeping on trains or planes) and had to take a nap.  Ed and I went for a morning stroll around the town.  I had been to Prague in 2006 so I kind of knew where I was going.  Went to the Charles Bridge, took some pictures, and wandered our way back.  Stopped at a pharmacy and got an actual bandage to wrap my ankle in, gladly throwing away those blue trash bags.

We got back into the apartment and I went to get my computer out so I could check the internet to see where a close grocery store was.  Remember all the bad stuff I thought we left in Poland, and the smooth sailing we are due for?   Not yet.  My backpack is not in the apartment.  My one wheeled anchor, which by this point is starting to develop a hole in the wheel-less corner, is in the room, and everyone else's bags are here.  Landon has been here asleep the whole time.  There is no way someone came in here, only stole my bag, and left.  Fortunately I had my passport and travel wallet in my coat pocket.  I deduct that the only possible place for my bag to be is at hotel reception, or in that taxi cab we took from the Prague station to reception.  Obviously, since we have been living in a cold unfortunate world the last few days, it has to be in that taxi and I am never going to see it again.  I start walking (at this point with the wrap I can actually kind of walk and not so much limp) back down the street towards the reception 4 blocks away.  I hear what I expected when I ask if they have a backpack, the answer “what backpack.”  Just when I am about to ask the hotel guy if I can buy a bullet and rent a gun, he tells me that a cab driver did come back by the place and see if I was here because I did forget it in his cab.  The driver left his number.  I have the hotel guy call the cab guy and after a minute of listening to them speak Czech, hotel guy informs me that cab guy will be out front in about 15 minutes if I can wait for him.  There are good people in the world after all.  Fifteen minutes later cab guy pulls up and gets out with a big smile, opens the trunk and asks me to make sure everything is still in there.  It is, and I shake his hand while thanking him a million times.  This is the point when he noticed there was a wad of cash in my hand getting passed into his hand.  I thanked him a ton more, and we went on with our separate lifes.

The rest of the day was great.  The three of us walked around the central part of Prague, had lunch and enjoyed some of the best beer in Europe.  If you love beer, and you haven’t been to Prague, you don’t really know what good beer is.  That night we went to “Europe’s largest dance club” which boasted 5 levels and music types.  It had everything from lighted floors to strobe lights to go go dancers to hip hop and all the rest.  It was interesting.  It also made us realize we are creeping out of our mid twenties and that kind of scene isn’t as fun as it used to be for us.  

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