Trip Start Jun 19, 2008
69Trip End Sep 04, 2008
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Where I stayed
Prague Square Hostel
Curtly and crudely put, Prague is a shitshow.
I arrived and settled in around 8pm last night, and by 9pm I was drinking with my new friends. If the hostel in Vienna resembled a university residential hall, the one in Prague is like... a frat house. Let me just tell you that one of my roommates pulled some of the weirdest shit I have seen all summer (please excuse my expletives) and got hospitalized at 5am. For alcohol poisoning. All of this fun, of course, makes me very unmotivated to wake up early and go sightseeing... Blogging this bit is my effort to pull myself together and remind myself of... oh, I don't know. Do I really need to go see that castle?
The answer is, yes. But not today. I went to the Old Town Square, located about 20 steps from the hostel, and gazed at the well-preserved Gothic architectures. One moment, it was nice and breezy; the next thing I knew, I turned around and saw an endless sea of tourists looking like schools of fish in their little tour groups. They were all waiting in front of the clock tower to witness the 12 apostles dance and sing at 11 o'clock. Cool. I just kind of wandered around and felt sick. I am so tired of being sick! Maybe I should be more hygenic and wear clean clothes, I thought. So I took a bunch of my dirty clothes and underwears to Laundry Land, a laundromat inside of a small mall just down the street. I treated myself with Gelato Colosseum. I love the prevalence of gelato in Europe. Gelatos (gelati?) are inherently superior to ice cream, and I could never get enough of it.
You know, every time I walk into a hostel, the anticipation of finding out who my roommates are fills me up with anticipation. It's kind of thrilling, like a blind date. So far, all of the rooms I stayed in had at least one or two cool people (and the rest lurkers), except for Vienna, where I got stuck in a 4-bed dorm room with a bookwormy couple and a 40+ year-old sleeper. My roommates don't HAVE to become my 2-day best friends; it's just nice to have people in your room that you can talk to and hang out with. I didn't really know what to think of my roommates in Prague. Well, when I came back to the dorm with an armful of clean clothes, the room was empty except for the hospital kid. He was just reading a magazine in bed and looking all peaceful and... wholesome. It's always interesting to meet someone again in a different state of mind. I observed with interest that he looks like Jim from The Office. We struck up a conversation and ended up going out for a walk and a drink (he got Coca Cola, responsibly). He and his friends grew up together and went to school in Essex, England. They were all on the rugby team, so they have a strong brotherhood like the football players, I suppose. Now they all go to different universities, and they came to Prague for a week of debaucherous bonding session. Prague is the new Amsterdam. Afterwards, we came back to the dorm. He joined his friends and I joined Australian Dean and the kiwi girls for dinner. Dean produced some AMAZING chicken and ravioli with mushrooms, green peppers, tomatoes, and the whole works! We drank the beer Emma and I got (we got a can of just about every kind, and it, of course, added up to a total of like 10 bucks). I love Prague, seriously.