Yes, Australians can be painful overseas too...
Trip Start May 15, 2006
21Trip End Aug 03, 2006
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After Dad and Marta abandoned me to return to Budapest, and with it went the gorgeous hotel room we were staying in, I checked into Dodgy Brothers Inc backpackers, across from the biggest brothel in Prague. Of course, it didn't specify this on the internet booking form.
And sharing a room with me were these two Australians. Yippee, I thought. People who speak English well enough so that I don't have to wildly gesticulate to demonstrate every syllable of what I'm saying.
As it turned out, they spoke about Year 4 level English, despite (or perhaps because of) having lived in Adelaide their entire lives, and decided to take great pleasure in getting ABSOLUTELY RATSHIT in the hostel common room (next to my room) on $2 bottles of wine, until about 2am.
Then they thought it would be a REALLY GREAT IDEA to sprint through the dorms, and with the modern wonders of flash photography, take pics of the girls in bed as they slept.
Of course, yours truly let fly, and after a few hours sleep checked out of the hostel. Wandering the streets of Prague at dawn was an infinitely more pleasurable alternative, I assure you.
Prague, my beloved city, you were almost ruined by two Australian bogans...