I drink laundromat

So, we had been issued with tram tickets for Prague the night before and didn't feel like getting up particularly early so we slept in and attempted to use the tram to get into town. Wow, was that fun and games. First of all, they informed us that the tram we needed was number 12. Thats all fine and well except for the fact that it doesn't go anywhere near the hostel. Awesome, you guys rock. After working out which tram we needed it was an entertaining game of guess the stop because we couldn't even pronounce half of the names of the stops and a lot fo them were very similar. Luckily we managed to navigate our way to the meeting point for our afternoon cruise on the big main river thingy in Prague, Vltava or something like that.

They pointed out some of the more important buildings in Prague as well as the history of some of the bridges etc. It was FAR superior to the one we had in Amsterdam. Not to mention the buffet lunch... mmmmmm free food. Well not free, we paid for the cruise, but at the very least it was cheap food compared to most of the other places we had been. Booyah for Prague. One of the more interesting things that we were informed about was a special little green drink. One known as Absinthe... good times... guess what has made it into my bag for the trip home?

Well after the fun little cruise it was free time in Prague. So what did we do? Torture museum of course. Now I know that we went to one in Amsterdam but our bus driver, Brendan (can't remember if I mentioned his name yet), had told us that Prague had an awesome torture museum when we mentioned going to see the one in Amsterdam, so we were legitimately allowed to go see it without being weird... stop judging me you damn stalkers...

Anyway he wasn't kidding about the torture museum. It was awesome. Sick and twisted what things people invented yes, but awesome all the same. So we had a good look around there before going souvenier shopping which took... a while... it may have been due to the fact that finding an atm from an actual bank and not some dodgy money changer took a while. It also happened to be bloody far away. Goddamn Prague, just change your currency to Euros already you damn hippies.

Anyways, that night we went for dinner at the hostel pub which was surprisingly good. Except for my soup. When I order potatoe soup I expect to get potatoe soup. Not vegetable soup with a chopped up potatoe in it. An unpeeled one at that. Grrrr. The foccacio bread was decent at least. Anyways it was that followed by getting to bed at a reasonably early hour without shower. Why without showers you ask? Because something like half of Prague had no hot water. And with a couple of hundred people in the hostel there was no way in hell the geysers were going to hold out. So we decided to hold off on the showers until we reached munich. Wasn't this going to be fun...

Score:
Me: 2
Her: 4
New Guy: 2
Chachi: 1