So after dad headed off for Ireland on Thursday I checked myself into the Czech Inn, and after a quite beer at the bar, turned in early for weekend preparation. Jigga and arrived early Friday morning and a few days of laughs and stupidity began. Checking out some of the sights around Prague and making our way through the list of Czech beers we had to try, we caught up with some of Jiggas friends from BP and hung out around town for the afternoon. A well needed afternoon kip and then it was into the beers and duty free bottle of Rum I had stashed.
Declining an offer to go drinking with four American girls, (their accents were just a bit too ear grinding, plus when in Czech…) we got suitably liquored and headed out to the biggest nightclub in Eastern Europe. As we rocked up this huge crowd of girls were getting chauffered into the five story club, but all seemed way too young to be there, was this a bloody highschool excursion for them?
Things were more promising inside though, friendly locals, a stack of bars to choose from and good drunken dancefloors. Before we knew it, it was 5 in the morning and we managed to somehow to navigate the trams back to the hostel, getting several bleary stares from the other hostelers we disturbed.
A late start to the day and it was off some much needed grub to counteract the hungover gut rot. On reccomendation, we found a great restaurant serving traditional Czech food for good prices but weren’t up to sampling any of the beers. Kicking around Wencelas square we had crack up of a time trying to find the Jaromir Jagr Bar (pronounced to us properly by a thick-accented Czech man with a wicked moustache), encountering many locals who couldn’t understand us, and walking into a full blown scream match between to asian ladies in their grocery store. Got talked into a free tour of a strip club by a bloody hilarious bouncer who seems at constant war with the club across the street, and had some amusing stories to tell about the ladies in the club.
After gradully recovering from our braindead state we once again hit the rum bottle at around rum-thirty then grabbed out tickets and headed out for the Godfather of Soul, James Brown concert. Turned out to be an awesome show, though at one point almost had an alteraction with a Czech bloke, barging into us and telling us we don’t belong here.(This wasn’t helped by Jigga being friendly with the guy and telling him to hit me, not realising the guy was bloody well about to!)
Not quite as late a night, home by 4 with an early flight out. Woke up and thus began the torturous journey back to London, by tram, train, bus, plane, 5 more trains and around 6 hours in transit. Came close to losing my breakfast several times but somehow got back in one piece.
Dicky (czech for thanks??) Prague, was a great bloody time and a refreshing change where Hundreds of beautiful women don’t mind giving you the longgggg stare. James Brown, you’re body double looked friggin old but you rocked it!