Prahahahaha

We are in fucking Berlin. Before we were hot dirty and tired and now we're enraged because our Prague blog post got fucking deleted. AAAAArg. ANYWAY
Remember the Boathouse Hostel? We bounced out of that after a night. Here's what went down. As we said we would in the previous post, we went to meet Charlie's cousin Natalie and her friend Tess at their hostel (Condor Hostel). It was a few blocks from the main square in the Old Quarter, the center of the city. Condor's proximity to the main sights (Charles Bridge, Jewish Quarter, other old shit) instantly stripped us of our loyalty to the far and distant Boathouse. On the spot, we made reservations for our second and third nights in Prague.
The six of us proceeded to find an Italian dinner in the Old Quarter. Then we investigated a club called the Roxy. At this point it was eleven, which is European for early. We left and went to a bar called Harley's, which simulated a Hell's Angels hangout, complete with leatherclad bartenders. Nothing much to report here except that a dude jumped up on the bar and mooned everyone for a full two minutes while he signed the wall with his words: "NO PUSSY IS SAFE!" Rob took a picture. At a later hour we went back to see if the Roxy was hoppin. It was. Rob showed off his crazy techno moves. Later on we went to bed.
Our first full day in Prague, we woke up sweating, and continued to do so until bedtime. This sweltering heat sapped our energies and our will to walk around seeing shit. We pushed ourselves for about half a day before we collapsed. We saw Powder Gate, Tyn Church, Municipal House, St. James Church, and Staromestske Namesti. We also went to an exhibition of Salvator Dali. Having knocked off the essential Old Quarter things we went to the Jewish Quarter and saw four synagugoes, a names museum, and the famous Jewish cemetary. It is a rather small plot of land that the Jews had been reusing as a burial ground for centuries; consequently, it was so densely packed with graves upon graves that the tombstones are falling on each other. Very unique. We had lunch at a kosher New York deli to shut David up. He was happy. It felt rather strange to see tourists from various countries buy tickets and check out a synaguoge. I heard a French guy say it was his first time in one.
We walked back to the hostel, extremely tired, but unable to do more work. We would have liked to do more work, but our bodies simply could not take more F delta R. David, Rob and Charlie went to do laundry while I stayed in our room and said, "I'll just take a half hour nap." I woke up THREE HOUrS LATER when they got back. In that time the four of us sweated out all of our water weight.
That night, we once again met up with the girls, had a shitty "authentic Czech" dinner, and went back to our hostel room. We played cards, then went to bed.
On our second full day we told ourselves, "guys, we need to do mad work." We did, indeed, do dumb work. We took a subway to the main train station (Havni Nadrazi) to get tickets and reservations for our train to Berlin. Then we went back to the Old Quarter and walked across the famous Charles Bridge over the Vltava River. The bridge is the oldest of Prague's bridges; both sides feature elaborate statues every dozen feet of various saints and biblical scenes. Twas dank. Over the bridge, we climbed up through the Little Quarter to the Prague Castle, which is actually a large neighborhood in itself. There we checked out the huge St. Vitus' Church, St. Nicholas' Church, the Royal Palace, the Sahov Monastery, St. George's Convent and a really old and scary prison tower/torture chamber. This was all very very interesting and informative. No but seriously, picturesque cobblestone streets and all that, it was pretty dank.
After all this we declared that we had done work and that we were money. So we set ourselves on the path to the Royal Gardens for our afternoon chill sesh. We walked through some tiny streets and wound down a wooded ravine along a stream. So far, very nice. Then we got lost, and had to retrace our steps by stumbling down the steep side of the hill. No big deal. We continued on and passed the Belvedere, which I think was the king's summer palace or some shit. When we finally made it to a nice big green lawn under a tree in the Royal Garden. We got thrown off the grass by a douchebag guard. No worries. We stabbed his brother with an ice pick, and found some benches and read/napped. Later on we walked back down to the Little Quarter and had dinner at the leisurely European pace of two hours.
Once again we headed back to our hostel, met up with the girls, and killed time until midnight when there is, according to Naomi Cohen, a little mechanical show at the big clock tower in the Old Square. We waited. Nothing happened. We cursed out loud with all the other misled tourists. So we went to a bar. It was called U Sudu and several people had mentioned it in a good tone. It took us a while to get there but it was indeed pretty hoppin, with many different "areas", each with its own music and bar. We played a couple of games of foosball while a screen on the wall played an intensely pornographic music video. We left. Some dudes wanted to go to the Roxy so Danny went to bed. Later on everyone went to bed.
We woke up this morning and sweated our way to Holesovice train station. Waiting for the train, David got a Happy Meal. Two really loudly annoying British girls waited next to us and vied for conversation. All we could tell them was "1776, and 1812 bitches."
On the train, we saw that our reserved seats were in the one car without AC. And people were smoking, too. We sweated a lot more. At Berlin's train station named SudKreuz, Danny prematurely hopped off while the others stayed. Oops. We figured our shit out, met again at the Frederichstrasse subway stop, and walked to the Eastener's Hostel. We're now chillin with Tim, who's the man, with whom we had previously made a reservation with while he was riding his bike. Oh, and it also turns out that Natalie and Tess stayed at this hostel too before us: they signed the guestbook! Weird.
So here we are, about halfway done, and anxiously awaiting the release of HP7. Sam, we think your ideas sound pretty good, and we shall see the answer in mere hours. Also, thank you Sam for posting to us, unlike some other people. We are off to dinner, shoutout to Screamin Bob for his awesome comment and words of wisdom. Catch you all later. Yer.

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