The 7-hour train from Munich to Prague was one with 6-person cabins, rather than individual seats and boy was it packed. Max and I couldn’t find a cabin with two seats together so we had to split up. I’m not sure who exactly Max sat with, but there is zero chance that they were smellier than the family in my cabin. These guys could have gone pro in making people uncomfortable. I almost lost it when they closed the door, ending any chance for air circulation for the next 6+ hours. And, as if that wasn’t enough, their choice of snack for the train ride was sunflower seeds. Now you may be asking, Peter, I love sunflower seeds, what’s the big deal? Well, young reader, as you may or may not know, while the inside of sunflower seeds can be eaten, the outer shell must be spat out. Do you know what an entire grocery bag of regurgitated sunflower seeds smells like?
Anyways, once we got off the train, I decided it was well time for a prank. Shelman had gotten off the train a few doors ahead of me and was looking the other way. I walked briskly up to him, bumping him as I went past and tried to pickpocket him, for which I almost got a punch to the face. Worth it, though, to see Max snap into action so quickly (truly a beautiful specimen).
On the walk up to our hostel we stopped for sandwiches ($2.00 a piece—you can’t find that in America). Prague, with its narrow streets, few cars, old buildings, and many shops was an instant favorite of ours. We had dinner outside at a traditional Czech restaurant on what can only be described as a swing-set table (the whole thing was on a platform and rocked back and forth). I had rabbit thigh and Czech potato dumplings, and Max had half his weight in Czech beer.
That night, based on my sister’s recommendation, we went to a place called the Beer Factory—a pub where every table has a tap that keeps track of how much beer the table has had, and tables can race against each other. Cool in theory, but when we got there the place was empty. I’ve been to more hoppin’ Waffle Houses at 2:00 am than this place. Put another way, the most interesting part of that pub was the amount of vomit in the bathroom sink (apparently beef is very popular in Prague).
We ditched that joint for another place, Sudu. We stopped briefly at a bench to rest and figure out where we were going when a lady interrupted us (see: Kanye West, 2009) asking us something in Czech (listen lady, if it’s our bench you want you will never have it. We had fives.) Anyways, when we finally found our way to Sudu we were impressed; the club was designed like a series of underground tunnels and had music playing in several caverns. Unfortunately, since neither Shelman nor I are 40 and slightly overweight, we didn’t fit in with the 7 other people that were in the entire place and dipped out early.
We made our way to the Chapeau Rouge where we met up with a French girl and two French guys from our hostel. The place was bumping—a nice bar upstairs and a sweet dance floor downstairs where we showed everyone our moves (see: Captain Falcon). We stayed out late into the night dancing, drinking, and ended up having a great first night in Prague.
Pictures: Shelman peeing with some statues that are also peeing; Us with guards on the Charles bridge (see: Jobs I never want to have); Us with our 3 French amis; My rabbit thigh and potato dumplings, Shelman's teriyaki chicken and potatoes; Us at dinner on the swinging chair-table.
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