Prague is probably the weirdest city I have ever been to.
Even weirder than Austin. It was weird in good ways, and weird in a couple of
bad ways. The club scene was awesome. The restaurant service suffered from apathetic
servers who only served you food if they felt like it. Also the Prague Castle
and other cathedrals were cool.
On the
night we arrived in Prague we just slept in the hostel. Nothing too crazy
happened. The following night, we went to a club called Duplex. Collin heard
that it was a good club through the lady who worked at a chocolate shop in
Vienna. Well, she was not wrong. The boys and I paid a cover charge of 300
crowns which isn’t cheap, but it was well worth it. That club was bumping. The
DJ played songs people actually liked, and they showed it on the dance floor.
On the third night, we went on a pub crawl, and now I know why it’s called a
pub crawl. The first pub had free
drinks, so fortunately we only stayed there for an hour. Somebody probably
would have killed themselves if we stayed longer. By the fourth club, everybody
had a lot to drink. And the club slowly began to fill up, then it filled up
fast. It was like being a sardine but worse because everyone was drunk. It was
so hard to buy drinks that I bought a beer for a random British guy standing
behind me. He paid for it before I bought it, but he still ended up
accidentally burning his cigarette into my hand. He didn’t even notice because
he was so inebriated. Eventually we reached a point where we could leave the
club, or we could become squished into nothingness, so we decided to leave. It
took a solid 15 minutes to get out of the door, but it felt amazing to be free
of the club and breathe the fresh air coming off of the Vlatva. And that’s my
clubbing experience in Prague.
The John Lennon
Wall, the Charles Bridge, Prague Castle, and the cathedrals all fascinated me.
The Prague Castle did not even seem like much of a castle but more of a village
on top of a hill. The John Lennon is a collaboration of wall-art which has been
modified every day for years. I have been a fan of The Beatles and John Lennon
for years, so this was a satisfying experience. The Charles Bridge was full of
street-performers, caricature artists, and vendors pedaling jewelry. But it also
contained statues of saints, and bountiful history. The Swedes fought the Bohemians
on the bridge itself. So that was an interesting thought while walking across
the bridge. Now I will talk about the restaurant service, or lack thereof. The servers
just didn’t care. The never made eye contact, and they were just rude. On one
occasion, they just didn’t bring out my food. My food never came. This happened
to me, Collin, and Nicole. It’s bad enough if it happens to one person, but
three people? Really? Then some of the people in the group (Alyssa) had the
idea to leave a tip of one crown. In my opinion, it’s less offensive to leave
no tip at all. The waitress was furious. She literally threatened to kill us.
It’s safe to say we didn’t go back there.
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