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For those of you not on Facebook, here is a link to an album with the best pictures from the trip. Enjoy!

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Day 12: You will never be there

Rosie:

So basically, today the plan was basically to ride the train for seven hours from Prague to Budapest. We got to the train station and there was a picture of Hilary Clinton on the TV monitors. We were all wondering if she had lost or won, but the story was in Czech so we had no idea. None of the important words remotely resembled anything in English. When Corinne and I got in line for tickets I said kind of loudly, “We should fine some Czech person who speaks English to translate the story for us.” The woman behind us overheard, and informed us that she was no longer in the election. Afterwards we waited on the train platform for our train. While we were waiting, another tourist came up to us and asked us what time it was, after getting off the train in Budapest and walking about half way to our hostel, the same guy was walking right behind us. It was so weird. Most of the people on the train got off way before Budapest, in fact we were three of about seven people in our train car upon arrival.

The train ride was long, but we managed to entertain ourselves. First of all, we had a ton of food because we had “cashed out” of Czech currency the day before. We had Hannah to listen to, and we were constantly trying to figure out how to get our own compartment, which we succeeded in for probably about two or three hours of the trip. Towards the end of the trip we were getting kind of restless so we went out of our compartment to walk around the car a little and realized that there was no one there. Sarah made up a game to play in the hallway where we each stood still without moving our feet and without touching the walls to see who could stay up the longest. Corinne lost almost right away, but then we started again. After about fifteen minutes of standing, switching directions occasionally to make it harder, we decided to switch to one foot. Once again, Corinne lost almost right away, followed by Sarah in a few more minutes.

We got off the train, ran into train station kid, and went basically directly to our hostel without stopping for food. Once we got here we decided not to leave for food again and to just eat what we had left over. We updated the blog and basically went to bed. Oh, for those of you who don’t know, the EuroCup is going on right now. There was a big screen set up about 100 meters from our window and we could here shouting and yelling until pretty late. It must have been an exciting game.

Day 11: Untitled

Sarah:

After the chopstick incident, we decided it would be a good idea to have to plastic cutlery, so I not so sneakily stole some from the noodle bar yesterday. Yay cereal with spoons!
I just have to say that we are really resourceful, or unprepared. For the past few days we have been buying food at the grocery store. Yesterday we decided that more tuna was the way to go. One problem: no can opener. The tuna we got before had pull off tops, but not these cans. In case you were wondering, here is how you use a nail file and nail clippers to open tuna cans:
1. Pierce holes in the lid with a nail file.
2. Stick the nail file into the holes and make the bigger.
3. Open the cans just wide enough to scoops out all of the tuna.
The process is simple, but it took us over half an hour to open the cans and I broke my nail clippers. We had to catch a train to Kutna Hora at 11:47. To get to the train station we have to take a bus and two metro lines, the second for only one stop. After we got off the first line we shoved our way through the crowd and ran up the super fast escalators. We must have looked like crazy people since we got to the platform before everyone, but the train came 5 minutes later. The train to Kutna Hora left the station just before we got on the second metro line. Tragic. So we took the next train two hours later. To pass the time, we played cards outside the train station where I learned that Rosie is too good at cards for me.

On the train we rocked out to music and made anagrams with our names:
Rosie: I sore
Sarah: a rash
Corinne: nor nice

Kutna Hora is known for its church with “artistic and religious creation made entirely from parts of human skeletons.” Basically, they took a bunch of bones and made stuff like a giant chandelier.

David’s Competition Count: 3 (at least)

We at our tuna sandwiches (Rosie was not a fan) and finally ate the cucumber. They’re going to catch on as a hand food.
The words Kutna Hora makes me picture a town built into the side of a mountain by the ocean with a bunch of trees everywhere, but then I remembered, the Czech Republic is land locked. Never the less, the church was pretty cool, but it took us under an hour to look at so we decided to wander into town. On the way we ran into Albert, our favorite grocery store. Corinne and I both felt like ice cream, but once again we found ourselves without utensils. For some reason, grocery stores in Eastern Europe don’t sell plastic cutlery. This is how you eat ice cream without spoons:

By the time we finished the ice cream we decided to head back to the train station since it was either that or wait around for 2 more hours. We discovered that we haven’t had any Czech food since we got here so we looked though my book and found a place called Bar Bar. We got pancakes filled with things. Rosie’s had spinach and cheese with an egg on top. Corinne’s had chicken noodles and English bacon. Mine was full of cheese. Lots of cheese. But it had apples on top of it, so it was healthy.

Rosie had been having really bad luck whenever she decides to wear skirts. The last time she wore a skirt the wind picked up and she inappropriately exposed herself to a passing tourist. Today it was also windier than usual. Not only that, but there was this mysteriously strong wind in the subway before we even got near the platforms. Rosie had to hold her skirt down all the way down the escalator. We were underground and there was wind! I don’t understand. I think it was magic wind.
We went to the grocery store again today and bought some more kinder eggs, among other things. Rosie got the orange capsule again, which is really strange since Corinne and I both got yellow ones. We all got really stupid toys, and I got the dumb dragon thing that you put a human head on again. Corinne got the stupidest toy by far: a clear ghost figurine with a miniature die inside. I don’t understand.
Cashing out at Entropy really paid off today. After buying all of our groceries, Rosie and Corinne each had .50 koruna left, which is the equivalent of 6 cents. I still can’t believe it. Carnegie Mellon actually does prepare you for life outside of college. Also, the .5 koruna coin is the lights piece of metal currency I have ever held. We think it’s made out of tin… or magic.

Corinne’s dream of riding in a paddle boat died today.

Our group picture for the day:

Day 10: Felt like I couldn’t breathe

Corinne:

As you should know by now, I am the alarm clock for the other two. As you might know, the other two don’t take too kindly to waking up. I’ve done the shaking, the sheet stealing, the soft name calling, the loud name calling, the “accidental” clunks of my getting ready…well, last night, Rosie gave me a lot of her music from her iPod and put it on my computer. Including everyone’s favorite artist: Hannah Montana. And, according to Sarah, “There is no situation in which Hannah Montana cannot apply.” So why not a wake-up call.

They woke up to “Start All Over.”

After a completely ridiculous breakfast of Honey Nut Cheerios in Nalgene bottle and bowls fashioned from a water bottle cut open with nail scissors, we had an uneventful walk to the bus stop. From our current hostel, which is actually dorms at Zemelda University (or something like that), it takes a bus and a metro or two to get to downtown. We are pros now and know how to say “Next stop” in Czech.

We started off by Most Legii, which looks like “Most Legit” but is actually a bridge with a great view of the Vltava River and the Charles Bridge. We had planned a quick funicular ride up Petrin Hill to Petrin Tower, but found an unexpectedly long line.

Poor Sarah. Rosie and I were happy to walk up the long, large, hill in the park. Sarah was less than thrilled. We hiked a bit, stopping to admire the sour-cherry trees (apparently you are supposed to kiss your lover under them, but Ricky Steve-o wasn’t in the mood).

Hannah Montana saved the day again as Sarah was slightly cheered. Not really though. There was a very large hill with stairs. However, if Hannah Montana had been serenading us from the top, she would have been much happier. Sarah told us.

We ended up taking a little path off to the edge of the hill and sitting on a bench. Good story, huh? Well, it gets better when we started to act out the lyrics of a, guess who, Hannah Montana song and did some Tai Chi. A nice English couple walked by, kindly telling us not to mind them. We didn’t. We kept making fools of ourselves. We’ve decided to learn how to fix flat tires instead. Well, “Iceberg” might be a snowboard champion instead.

Along the hill were Stations of the Cross. It might have been slightly sacrilegious, but since we were going up the hill (and backwards through the stations), Sarah and Rosie made up a little story about the reverse Easter story involving Jesus carrying firewood. He’s a nice guy.

At the top of the hill, we had our nice picnic lunch that we made. We didn’t eat the cucumber, though. We did listen to more Hannah Montana, which helped Sarah climb the 200-odd steps to the top of Petrin Tower. Well, except for the fact Hannah kept mentioning how she “felt like she couldn’t breath” and Sarah had to agree. We had a gorgeous view of Prague though. These cities have the cutest little red-orange roofs, with cobblestones and alleyways. And the tower is at the same elevation as the Eiffel Tower (and only two years younger, also made for a World’s Fair), so we climbed the equivalent of Le Tour Eiffel.

In the basement of the tower was the best museum I’ve ever been to about a character named Jara Cimrman. He’s “The Genius Who Never Got Famous.” His inventions are the best I’ve ever seen. He inspired some of the greatest minds from Bell to Einstein.

He also happens to be made up. Which makes the two-room museum devoted to him hilarious. (Sarah was a bit tired from the hill and the steps, so she monopolized the only chair.)

We were all ready to relax a bit, so found a sunny area and played a couple games of Sevens, none of which Sarah won. She was upset. But the flies really enjoyed being by me. I am just a friend to all animals apparently.

Another walk later put us in the courtyard of Prague Castle. I had been wanting ice cream since coming down the Tower, in addition to owing Rosie some postcards after getting slightly carried away last night, so we peeked in every store from the park to the castle. Fruitlessly.

Reaching the courtyard, we were swept into the massive Church of St. Nicholas. There was so much decoration; I’m not sure how anyone could focus on God. The sanctuary was looming and people were crawling all over it. After that we stayed out of buildings (also because you had to pay to get in them.)

May I just also mention that Sarah isn’t very good at this postcard business. You heard about how she can’t write the correct amount on them. She also cannot stamp them. Sorry, Czech Post, if the stamps are crooked, sideways, hanging off the edge and just plain in random order. I hope they will make it to America regardless.

We wandered inside the walls for another while, then made our way down to the Charles Bridge. We were still stopping in every store and minimart for ice cream. We found a place that looked good and cheap, got our puny scoops, and ended up at the riverside, where a gathering of swans and a row of ducklings cheeried up the river. We only saw one less-than-intelligent person get bit. (Frank, if Rosie had really liked you, she would have tried harder to get one of the ducklings. Sarah and I were unimpressed.)

We finally got to the legendary Charles Bridge, and the bustle of people and stands of souvenirs along the sides made it hard to concentrate on the bridge itself. We got back into Old Town, and enjoyed just sitting and looking at it more.

A stroll along the river, then a stop at a grocery for more cereal and sandwich fixings, and it was dinner time. And the game had started. The EuroCup match. We ate at a noodle bar with ambidextrous chopsticks (amazing how they can make them like that) and killed a bit more time before our 8 o’clock appointment with Divaldo 3-D Blacklight Theater: Dreams of Dr. Frankenstein.

We got the show about 30 minutes before curtain, and were pointed to an empty auditorium. Our cheap seats were the very last row. Of a completely empty theater. We wiled some time playing more Sevens (Sarah still didn’t win). Finally, a group came in the theater and filled maybe three rows. We moved up.
Blacklight theater is unique (as far as anyone tells us) to Prague. Because blacklight only reflects off white or neon clothing, it is really easy to have gloves prancing about on stage or a person suddenly disappear.
The show itself was miming and music (coming from slightly loud, slightly tinny speakers), with good dancers. But it was very confusing. I thought it was trying to make references to different classical books, such as “The Hounds of Baskerville” when Sherlock had a fiddle fight with a dog, “One Thousand Leauges Under the Sea”, “The Invisible Man”, “Dracula”, “E.T.”, and possibly just clichés about Paris, Vienna, and some yodeling place. I was fairly impressed with their use of the blacklight and the harness riggings to make things and people float. We were all glad we went, but agreed that it wasn’t of the highest quality it could have been. Veered more toward slapstick than Cirque de Soleil.

I was very thirsty walking out of the theater, only to find my water bottle, which I had set on a table at the noodle place, missing. We walked the short block back (thankfully, they weren’t closed), and I asked for it. The man came back out of the back carrying not one, but two water bottles. Sarah’s was left behind as well. Lost items for Corinne: 2. Number of times Sarah has realized she has lost something after Corinne realizes that she lost something: 2. Rosie: 0. We were trying to be extra careful in Prague, too, since it is supposed to be easy for tourists to get stuff stolen. Fail.

Note to Frank and Rosie’s family: yes, you read correctly. She has a clean record, and we are all so proud.

A metro and bus ride and we were back to the dorm and back to playing cards. I very cleverly created some tension between Sarah and Rosie that resulted in well-crafted water-bottle-bowl-as-projectile action. Sarah still didn’t win. The store-brand CoCo Puffs didn’t cheer her. There is always tomorrow.

Day 9 : Mamma Mia!

Rosie:

So last night when we arrived at the hostel, there appeared to be some confusion with our reservations, but it did not seem to be a big deal at the time. The nice man behind the desk said that we would have to change rooms some time in between 7 and 8 in the morning. While this was definitely not ideal, it didn’t seem horrible. Anyway, we wake up this morning at about 7:30, as planned, pack up all of our stuff, and leave it with Sarah out in the hallway. Corinne and I go to the front desk and ask the woman for our new room. Of course she speaks no English and has no idea what we are trying to say. Eventually she directs us down the hall into some random office where a man tries to explain the situation. He isn’t really making any sense, but at some point in the conversation he said something about the place we are staying not being a hostel and only being for University workers. He keeps babbling on about a man who works as a counselor who I guess had some relevance to the issue. Finally, he writes down the price per night per person, which was about what we had found online. Corinne then asks him if we can pay for all four nights for all three of us, and whips out the calculator on her cell phone to do the math. About ten minutes later of explaining and re-explaining what we want to do, the man finally brings out a calculator of his own, punches in the same numbers, and comes up with the same answer. He gives us a card and writes the amount that we have to pay to give to the desk. We, or at least I, felt slightly relieved after leaving the room, thinking that the hard part was over with. But after reaching the desk a new problem arose. We showed the woman the card with the amount that we intended to pay on it and she took it and nodded. It was my turn to pay for the hostel, and I had taken out a lot of cash so that I would have enough because all of our hostels requested payment in cash upon arrival. After showing her the slip we asked if we could pay right then. She pointed to the card and said what sounded like “completion.” I did not want to be carrying all of that cash around with me in the “most dangerous city” for four days so I asked again if we could pay it now. This time she pointed to the card and said “koruna” (which is the Czech currency). Obviously the amount was in koruna, she clearly thought that I was retarded. It continued like this a couple more times, with us asking about paying now, and her responding with random irrelevant words. Finally I showed her the money and she actually got it. Corinne and I made sure that we got a receipt before leaving though. It seemed like the smart thing to do. Suddenly is made sense why this hostel was rated at a 40%. Needless to say, we went back upstairs and went back to sleep for a couple of hours.

We woke up for the second time at a much more decent hour, got dressed, and went out for the first real food that we had eaten in about 22 hours. On the way to breakfast, one of the dorms was blasting Abba, and much to Sarah’s embarrassment, Corinne and I started singing along as we walked. Who could resist? We ended up eating at the crepe place near a hostel, where we had tried to eat the night before, but they wouldn’t serve us because we arrived 20 minutes after their scheduled closing time. I decided that if I open a restaurant and starving people come to the door with money while we are closing up, I will feed them. We also all decided that we are going to be really nice to tourists from now on. The crepes were pretty much the best thing ever, which is either because or in spite of the fact that mine was mostly butter and sugar. But it had apples on top of it, so it was healthy.

Our next stop was the Jewish quarter of old town. Right after we stepped out of the subway we could see why everyone loves Prague so much. It is beautiful. Looking across the river was the nicest view that we have had yet. We bought tickets so that we could see four out of five of the synagogues in the area along with a couple other attractions. The first synagogue was connected to a cemetery, and luckily for us an English speaking tour happened to be right in front of us, walking at the same pace, and stopping at the same places so that we could hear their guide the whole time. He was basically the coolest tour guide ever. He kept making jokes and his speeches were short and interesting. Apparently one of the major contributors for the Talmud is buried in the cemetery and his grave is used as a sort of Wailing Wall. We didn’t write anything, but we there were a few notes placed under pebbles on the grave. As far as the synagogues go, the Spanish one was beautiful with intricate designs and warm colors all over the wall. Other than that, there was nothing too significant about any of them. I would show you, but we weren’t allowed to take pictures, it was awful.

Afterwards we went to the old town square where we stumbled upon a choir singing on the church steps. They were pretty good, but they could have chosen some catchier tunes, although Corinne was able to sing along with one of them. Right around the corner was the famous clock, and across the square was yet another famous old church. While we were sitting in the square, a girl was standing near us, reading an English tour group. Corinne jumped at the opportunity to talk to another person and said “I see you are reading in English, where are you from?” For most of the rest of the day we just wandered random streets on the way to, and around new town. There were cool shops up and down most of the streets, and we ended up going in to a large marionette and toy store. Afterwards we quickly stopped at an internet café, followed by a quick lunch. As Sarah was finishing up her lunch Corinne suddenly noticed that Rick Steves was missing! What would our trip become without the book that tells us what to do? We traced our way back through the day and decided that she must have left it at the internet café. While we were walking back to the internet café, Sarah discovered that her bag with everything that she had bought for the day was no longer in her hand. When we made it back to the computers, we found Rick Steves right behind the desk. David, just so you know, as soon as Corinne had Rick back in her hands, she professed her love to him.  Sarah found her bag back at the marionette shop. Mom, Dad, and Frank— I would just like to point out that I did not lose anything today.

As we continued to walk around, we ran into the French Festival where they were giving out free samples of a few different types of food. Two of my favorite things, free and cheese. Leaving the festival, a man came up to us claiming that he was a designer photographer who took pictures of beautiful ladies. His work would only take two minutes of his time. We were tempted, but refused the offer. As Sarah pointed out, even though his camera was disposable, he was probably telling the truth. Later we walked around more and eventually went to the supermarket to buy food for dinner and the next couple of days. We knew that back at the hostel we had no utensils, bowls, or anything to cook with, so we went with the basics. We got sandwich stuff, vegetables, fruit, bread, cereal stuff, and salad stuff. We also swiped some disposable chopsticks that were next to the sushi. When it came time to eat, we dumped the salad onto the Styrofoam tray that Sarah’s cantaloupe came on, poured on the dressing, and ate it with chopsticks. Since we had nothing to cut our tomatoes with, we each grabbed one and ate it whole. I can finally say that I understand all of those college food stories. Anyway, I for one am looking forward to eating cereal out of my water bottle with chopsticks tomorrow.

Oh, I almost forgot. On our way back to our hostel, some random teenage guy took a picture of Corinne on his phone. David’s competition count : 2.

Day 8 : The Wrong 10 o’Clock

Sarah:
So, some stuff about last night. As Corinne wrote, Rosie and I got Kinder eggs. As Rosie would say, “they were stupid; we got the worst toys ever.” I think they were fun…even thought they were stupid. We also had this conversation:
Corinne: You have to do it more on your back or you’ll get sunburned.  Sarah, did you pack?
Me : No. I’ll do it tomorrow.
Rosie: Corinne, do you know what you just said?
Corinne: Yeah….no….
Apparently, Corinne was actually asleep.

Anyway, yesterday we went to the train station to find out what time the train left for Prague. The woman at the ticket window said 9:25 on platform 3 and Corinne said that later she said 10:25. Since we weren’t sure which one it was we decided to be safe and go early. We rolled out of bed, had breakfast, and got to the train station at 9:07am. Rosie and Corinne went to go send postcards since the post office is right next to the station and I watched our stuff. They came back a few minutes later. Apparently, the postal workers are one strike, but don’t worry, we were able to send them in the next city. We went into the train station and looked at the signs by the platforms. None of them said Prague. Then we decided to go to an information desk to find out what was up, but the woman there sent us to the main office, which was a few hundred meters away from the platforms. We asked the woman at the international ticket office when the train for Prague was and she wrote the two times down : 7:00am and 9:25pm. So we missed it. Along with warning against illnesses caused by unsanitary water, my guidebook also strongly advises against taking night trains between major cities since most crime on trains happens at night. There have even been incidents involving sleeping gas. Luckily, we only missed the direct route to Prague. There were ways to get there with transfers, but to find out how we had to go to another window around the corner. Once we had that information, we went back to the previous window and made reservations for the train that required them.

These are the trains we took to get to Prague:
Krakow to Katowice : 40 minutes
Katowice to Ostrava : 2 hrs
Ostrava to Prague : 4 hrs

 
Although it took almost 7 hours to get to Prague, it was actually very nice. We were in compartments again for the two long trips and the Polish and Czech countrysides are very pretty. In a shocking turn of events, Rosie did not sleep for most of the trip and actually read her book. I was really impressed.
Since Katowice and Prague are major cities, they were the last stop. Ostrava, one the other hand, is one of many stops on the way to Vienna. We only had a rough idea about when our stop was coming, so when Corinne yelled “this is it” we grabbed our stuff, ran down the car, and leapt off the train. It was pretty intense.
In Ostrava we met this really nice guy. He was big and wore a suit. He heard us talking and asked is we were from England. We told him we were from the US and he asked what city we were from. When Rosie said New York he said, “Oh, New York. I am big fan of New York Rangers.” He was adorable. Then he wished us a good flight home and got on his train. We good bye to him and he waved back. Favorite person.

When we finally got to Prague, the first thing we had to do was withdraw money from an ATM. The exchange rate is something like 16 koruna to a dollar so we each took out about 1400 koruna, except Rosie who has to pay for the hostel. We got thousand dollar bills and 200 dollar bills. The problem with that is the metro ticket machine only takes coins. We decided to reserve tickets for our trip to Budapest in a few days and get change from paying the reservation fee. We went through a similar series of events as this morning’s and finally arrived at the conclusion that since reservations were not necessary, we wouldn’t make them. I’m not really sure how that makes sense. Then we went back down stairs, tried to find change, and eventually found an open window where metro tickets were sold. We each bought one and got on the subway. I was a second or two behind Rosie and Corinne and I almost got left behind. I had to force my way through the closing subway doors. Then we got off at the next stop to change lines. As we got off, a man showed us his badge and told us to show him our tickets. We had read that sometimes people have fake badges so we were a little wary, but we gave him our tickets one by one anyway. After determining that they were legit, he let us go. At this point, Rosie felt profiled and though it was ridiculous that they only checked our tickets. I thought it was a little funny and felt proud of my book for finally being right about something. We went to the tracks where the green line would pick us up and another man checked our tickets. Rosie felt even more profiled and I was still amused. I decided that we should count how many times someone randomly checked our tickets, but no one ever checked again.

After the metro, we took a bus away from the city. I forgot to mention, our hostel is in Prague 6, which is basically in the suburbs of Prague. This means that we took the metro to the edge of the city and then took a bus even farther away. Luckily, Corinne printed out all of these directions and they were all very good until we got off the bus and had to walk. There was no address. The directions just said go 200 meters. It didn’t say left, right, straight. Just “go 200 meters.” Corinne suggested we walk in a 200 meter radius but Rosie pointed out that that would be over 1 km. Also, streets don’t work like that.

We chose left and after a few hundred meters, we decided to ask a random guy for help. He didn’t speak English, but when we said “BCD” he said “oh, BCD” and then led us there! The path consisted of going a little farther down the road, cutting across and playground and through some trees and walking down another road. When we finally got to the building that said BCD on it, it was a dorm building. That’s another thing about our hostel; it’s actually dorm rooms in a university.  We walked in and went to the front desk. We showed the guy our reservations, but he looked a little confused. Rosie and I had serious doubts that we had ended up in the right place, but Corinne was apparently did not. The man told us to wait and he looked around his office for who knows what. I bought juice from the vending machine and it was delicious. Rosie had to use the restroom and went down the hall. She came back a few minutes later saying how it was really far down and it was scary. Later, I went with her. We found it, only a few feet from where Rosie had turned around. There was no toilet paper. There was also no soap. Let’s just say, we really had to use the WC. When we got back,  we had to climb like a million stairs and I almost died.

The room we are staying in is a temporary one. We have to get up tomorrow before 8am to switch rooms. After we settled in, we decided to get food. By this point it was 10pm. We asked some girls where to eat and they said “Building G” and gave us brief directions. We wandered our way in the general direction, found a map, and eventually ended up there, only to discover that the kitchen was closed. We asked if there was another place to eat, but the waitress did not understand us and we eventually left. 

We went back to the hostel to ask the man about food and he told us some directions that consisted of hand gestures and words we didn’t understand. I’m pretty sure there was a roller coaster involved, but I could be wrong. We wandered down the street and saw another bar. We went to the man at the counter, “Open kitchen? Closed kitchen?” “No Kitchen.” We continued walking. Then we saw a light on in the crepe place. The door was open so we walked in. All they had was pastries, but it was okay. Just then a man walked in and said, “closed.” Basically, all the kitchens closed at 10pm. Tragic.

We asked some people. A guy on rollerblades almost fell because we stopped him. Finally, a guy that could speak English told us that nothing in the area would be open this late. Corinne was tempted to go back to the city center. I quickly vetoed the idea. On the way back, everyone finally came to terms with the idea of eating vending machine food. There were chocolate, pretzels, gummy worms, ramen and other stuff. Rosie lent me 5 koruna since I had spent most of my change on juice. Corinne and Rosie made ramen with hot sink water in their water bottles and I ate mine with Nutella. Nutritious.

As we were going to bed, this guy started singing really loudly outside and some girl yelled at him to shut up. He didn’t listen. Over all today has been…an experience.

Days in Prague

We made it to Prague, but no free internet. Plenty of stories though. We are keeping track and will update you soon.