Aug 18, 2006
When I got back to the hostel I found Leanne and Bojana, who IŽd chatted with a few times over the last few days. I wanted to celebrate my last night in Prague, and Bojana wanted to relax, so we went to see Stan the Man. The local schnapps that she insisted we sample having gone to her head, I carried her back to the hostel. As we went in to the reception, I felt what Sartre would call the Look, from the the receptionist and another guest as I carried an obviously wasted girl up to a shared dormitory. In defense of both our reputations, I went back downstairs as soon as IŽd put Bojana to bed and pottered on the internet for a while and chatted to the receptionist.