Czech Mate

Okay so I tries to write this blog last night but I erased it all some how and was so pissed at the computer at this point that I nearly slammed my fist through it. All is well however and I shall attempt again.

SO when I last left you I was in Krakow- a wonderful land of oddities and great hair. The third day we were there we went to the Salt mines just outside the city. here we took a tour down into the mines and saw many glorious things. Our tour guide was a Polish man named Sebastian who's English was impeccable except for his addition of an 's' on the end of the word information. However I really enjoyed this addition and am using it myself now. Anyways we saw a lot of cool things - statues made of salt, chandeliers made of salt, churches made of salt- you name it, I've enow seen it made of salt. I won't tell you a lie I ran my hand along the wall and licked my finger- slaty.

After that we wondered the old town square againa dn visited markets and really just took it all in. This meant that we saw more breakdancing, a beefy Polish accordian quartet and an old man eating canned ham out of the tin with his fingers screaming at the top of his lungs right outside of our hostel. Not to worry thoguh someone whipped a hanger at him from the window above, narrowly missing him, but causing him to stop the screaming... for five minutes.

Krakow was wonderful but I wasn't sure how to really express how I felt about it. That was until we were walking beside some German tourists and one of the late teens steped forward and proclaimed in a voice sounding eerily like that of Agustus from Willy Wonka "I LOVE KRAKOW".

After seeing all the mullets we could handel we hopped a flight to Prague. For this we chose Czech air. Let me tell you if you ewver have the chance- fly Czech air. First of all you are assigned as seat- this aint no Ryan air fen for yourself free-for-all. Secondly when boarding the plane they were playing the theme to chariots of fire. Allie especially like how I took my seat in slow motion. About 15 minutes into our hour long flight we were given sandwiches, and beverages- for free! DE-LUX. I do not however like how there is no customs or security when you arrive in the Czech republic and I therfore have no stamp from here.

First stop- our hostel of course. Oh I didn't realize that in our random search and booking for hostels based on average rating we had signed up for a palatial palace. We arrived to a lovely lounge reception and were immediatly upgraded into a private room. This room is immense. I took pictures because its so boner-ific. There is a rain showere in our bathroom. I've been showering about 17 times a day. Why? Because I can and don't ahve to worry about being walked in on our trying to change into new clothes with out falling over and crashing naked into a common area.

The first day we decided we would take a day trip to a small town outside of Prauge where there is a chruch. A church I hear you say are there none in Prague? Well of course there are churches in PRague, but are these ones made of human bones?!?!!? YA human bones. So we were going to take the bus to this town. It was a mission finding the bus station, but we did jsut in time to catch the bus... or so we thought. We found the bus and talked to the bus driver, then I had to quickly scoot to the cash machine- one meters away- to get the cash for our tickets. Allie was waiting by the bus for me. While apparently "I'm going to get some cash to buy a ticket right now" means "shut the bus door and take off as soon as I turn my back"in Czech. Great MR. Moustach bus driver- I hate you. So train it was!

After taking Ghetto rail to this town we managed to find the bone chruch and take some epic pics. We figured we'd find a couple other of the touristy things in the little town so we set out to find the silver museum. Basically we walked all over the God forsaken place for hours, finalyl found the place, and it was closed on mondays. We took teh train back and settled backl into our luxury condo to sleep away the terrible day.

Prague had to make up some ground to be compared to Krakow.