Hey all, it’s Shelman. I also go by Max if you didn’t know, but most recently Lord of the Dance. That name came from the Americano dominance on the dance floor in Prague. A pub crawl was in store for us on Wednesday night where we hopped from bar to bar with 80 other fellow bar hoppers. The first three bars were cave-like, in that they were underground and bricked out with green laser lights. However, none compared to the final club with 5 floors and a different style of music on each floor, called Karlovy Lázně. The night was spent going up and down floors and busting new moves that Europe has never experienced – the nugget, for example. Girls ranged from British to American to Australian to Czech to Danish. The breakdown:
British – very cute, but a strong attitude, which was either good or bad
American – really cool…just kidding really boring
Australian – accent is amazing, all around primo (study abroad spring 2011 yeeee)
Czech – not big on dancing and became very offended when I broke wind which due to the new food here, was a common occurance
Denmark – LOVED American and Aussies, right oh
“We do not speak Americano” was a crowd favorite and grew on sneaky Pete and I
Sneaky Pete here supplementing Shelman (you may know him as Max or, more recently, Lord of the Dance).
A few things we saw today: the Prague Astronomical clock (pretty cool), Old Town Square, the Charles Bridge, and the Lennon Wall. Fun Fact: the Lennon wall, a symbol of youthfulness and freedom, has been covered with John Lennon-related graffiti and lyrics from Beatles songs since the 80’s. Anybody who would like to can tag the wall at any time, a pretty cool concept (see also: 5 Pointz in Brooklyn).
Some things we ate: Sandwiches at Bohemia Bagels (thanks Cassidy for the recommendation), and Czech Beef Goulash, which is entirely more appetizing than it sounds. Sorry, Queen Stickums, we couldn't find doner kabobs but we'll keep our eyes peeled in Vienna.
An adventure we had: Getting a new camera. The camera that we had was pretty old and didn’t take great pictures (see: pictures on our blog), plus Max didn’t bring the charger and we were running out of battery. So, we went downtown to Tesco, the European all-in-one store. While I walked around looking for spray paint (for the Lennon wall), Shelman was asking around for a camera. When I came back, the scene was hilarious. Max, already tired from a long day of travel, was being "helped" by a salesman who wouldn't know if something bit him in the ass if he knew something bit him in the ass. Anytime Max asked the dude a question he would huddle up with two other salesmen, discuss with them, and then he would return more clueless than he was before. Max, just wanting a camera already (is that so much to ask?!) started getting more and more frustrated, which only flustered the saleman more. Like Galen's beard, this cycle kept building on itself until it was unbearable. In the end, Shelman, like a bad doctor, had no patience for the dude's shenannagans and we left (not before taking a picture, of course).
Pictures: Old town square at night; My Beef Goulash and Shelman's chicken with potatoes (see: last night's dinner as well); Tesco salesman; Shel with a smoke; Fog waterfall at Karlovy Lázně
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