so. here's the thing. so far i've been really good about staying out of trouble on my journey. that's not to say there haven't been some close calls. i mean, gotta say -- when your mom tells you not to follow strangers out at night down dodgy streets without phoning a friend she means it... but aussies are harmless, right? suffice it to say that adventure ended with the single most amazing pizza and beer i've ever had. ever. but that's really because it took us an hour to find it and by that point i would have eaten anything.
even pepperoni.
but don't worry, i'm not making it a point to follow dodgy commonwealthers around... i promise never to take any canadian advice while in europe.
so that was a taste of update part 1, but part 2 gets better. so i've stayed out of trouble, and i've even mostly avoided embarassing myself and my country with stupid questions and obnoxiously loud flet american accents. when i arrived in prague it was raining. hard. i did NOT bring the right gear. people were looking at my kinda funny with my flip flops and shorts on so i figured it was worth the 10kc to have a change in the bathroom. weatherproof, check. headed out to find my hostel (naturally was too cheap and stubborn to ask for directions so just followed the general flow of traffic until i was so soaked i couln't bear the suspense any longer. found it through the entrance way of a chinese shop -- whoda thunk?) after this i figured "hey, i'm already soaked, why not take a walking tour of prague?" which i duly did. managed to hike up to the castle (sarah, there are lots of trees. which one is the one i'm supposed to see for you?) where my film ran out immediately. probably for the best, it's too pretty to try and capture with a camera (even a fabulous lomo, thanks d). as i'm getting a bit tired of the rain and wind, and well aware that the castle is about to shut for the night, i ran into this tiny old lady berating a couple of obviously confused czech police. see, she only speaks spanish and they only speak czech so.. trouble. but no need to fear, the yank speaks spanish well enough to know when she's needed so i got from the lady that she'd been lost by her tour group and didn't know where she was staying or where they were and wadda wadda ruh roh. so, this is about 6pm. the police (actually the castle guard) are not psyched to try and help so i volunteer some assistance. sweet. except for by 7pm we have neither found her group nor anyone else who is remotely close to spanish and she's crying so i'm on the verge of tears because really???! what do you do? so finally i took her to a police station where there was a guy who seemed to know what to do and she wouldn't let me leave her until finally he convinced her he was capable of finding her group. i just hope that ended well because it was not a fun adventure. in the rain. and the cold. and you're a lost little old lady? jeeeeez.
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