Where to begin...
My tour was amazing! So many crazy, very funny stories. Whether you're talking about my birthday in Prague where I had my first, nearly deadly experience with absinthe...Shawn waking up on a bench in the middle of the night in Budapest to find not only that his wallet had been stolen but that someone, possibly the same person, had taken a shit on him...James falling through a shop window and being left behind in the hospital, having to catch a ten hour train ride to meet up again with us in Krakow...Stephane and Natalie announcing their engagement while on the tour...Chris in Warsaw, skulling a litre of beer in just under 8.5 seconds, then repeating the same feat in Berlin...AJ running after the bus and making it just in time...AJ's never-empty bag of bananas...Shane's great laugh...the contentious fussball game at the Communist-style bar in Berlin...the Polish border guard yelling at us for tossing around a Rugby ball at the border crossing...the boy at the rest stop in Poland who let us play with his hackeysack...said hackeysack bouncing off the pavement, into the bus, and smacking an unsuspecting Kate in the eye...letting it shine every morning...the classic drinking game of "I have never ever" at the 5-level club in Prague...the toilet Nazis of Eastern Europe...the almost utterly useless Hungarian forint...the delicious kebabs and falaffels all around, especially after a big night of drinking...flying high above Vienna on the rides in Prater Park...nearly getting washed away in Krakow and basically finding the closest restaurant out of the deluge and great floods...Vaclav, our local guide in Prague, with his great accent and inflection...informing us that at one intersection, you could go left or go right, but not straignt ahead into the hill. "If you going straight this could be fatal," he said...the well-endowed animated statues in Prague, marking their territory on a map of the Czech Republic...and you can send text messages and they will adjust their pee pattern to write your message...the four or five false endings to the concert in Schonbrunn Palace in Vienna...trying to find a spot that wasn't already licked in the Wielickza Salt Mines in Poland...walking down some 800 steps into the depths of the salt mines...some 136 meters or so down into the Earth, then taking an elevator back up traveling 4 meters per second...the great bars and clubs...be it Rio, Prozac, the Underground, Joe's Beer Hall, the 5 level club (whatever that was called), Generator, the bars in Berlin, etc...the hour of power (featuring some of the best and worst 80s titles ever), Russell Stephens, the trivia contest on the nearly twelve hour bus ride from Warsaw to Berlin...the pierogies in Warsaw...the funny music that played at every stop on the subway in Budapest...the museums...the museum of terror, the Museum of Communism, the topogography of terror exhibit, the haus der musik, the Marie Curie house and museum...the Warsaw uprising monument...the car crash in Budapest...the guy crossing the border on his bike with several bottles of beer in the back...Derek's alarm failing to go off and the wake up call never received, leaving us just 15 minutes to pack and get on the bus...walking down 16 flights of stairs because that hotel, like most, only had a few tiny elevators that took forever...the German girl passed out in the club, abandoned by her friend...being called "Boston"...Rebecca doing the shot of vodka at Prozac...our Warsaw local guide complimenting us on our Polish and insisting we must be from Chicago...same guide insisting that Chicago is the real capitol of Poland, since more Poles live there than in Warsaw...our Berlin guide telling us that he was the little boy who escaped over the Berlin Wall...AJ pushing random buttons in the Jewish Quarter in Prague...Peter playing "Shine" once more on the condition that we all do the "Stop" move...the 33 girls on the "other" Contiki tour at the Kartoffelkellar restaurant...random chants of "take it off! take it off"...walking into the wrong room at the hotel in Budapest, having been given the wrong key...insisting they gave me the wrong key, but the concierge telling me they didn't know what else they could do...having to wake Kirsten to settle the matter...the various room parties...Chris finding his memory card...Chris keeping his keys in his water bottle...the water with gas and without gas...still or carbonated...the giant McNugget-like thing we ate in Czchestahowa...the debate whether people saw the real Black Madonna or not...the almost tailgate party-like atmosphere in Czchestahowa - in celebration of the Assumption...Poland's version of the McDonald's dollar menu - the 3 Zloty menu...getting less than satisfactory rates at the currency exchanges...negotiating the rates with the cab drivers...the mass hangover on the bus the morning after our final night in Prague...the boat ride down the Danube in Budapest...getting very hungry before dinner on the boat...being fed cookies to hold us over until then...the wild night I had with that Polish girl in Krakow (just kidding)...
Well that's a good start I suppose, but that only scratches the surface. This doesn't even include my three nights in Dublin...
2 comments:
I've got to travel more.
Hell, I've got to travel.
I love to travel as well and I was in Prague many times and I always love to be there.Last time I was there with my friends and we really had a great time. The small streets and the mystic environment, the streets are clean, garbage free none throws papers to the ground. I also found the city very safe, I never had a problem for being out until late and alone or ever saw any incident.
What I also enjoy in this city is the night life, the Prague music clubs are all so cozy and have such a nice environment and decoration and make you want to stay long. If you want to go there again I leave you here a nice site with good clubs to go.
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