We returned from Auschwitz in the mid/late afternoon with time to kill before our 9:00 night train to Prague. After coffee and wandering, we grabbed our bags and headed to the train station to sit around until it was time to bored. I have limited experience train-travelling, and while Lindsey is used to the New Jersey transit and such, an overnight train was something new to both of us and we were a little nervous. I had a couchette reservation, but Lindsey had trouble with her ticket and simply had an open one.
After getting creeped on by a man from Chicago who REALLY wanted to talk, we escaped into a crowd of Japanese tourists to get to the train undetected by Chicago man. We had said we were going to the bathroom but snuck out of the station door and around into another. Not one of our finest moments, but whatever. We got to the train and tried to board the same car, but the conductor sent Lindsey to the next car. "See you in Prague," she said. All of the sleeping cars were full. I was the first into mine and thankfully had the bottom couchette. There were three levels, so six people to a carriage. I was soon joined by five Japanese boys, all of them very nice and very perplexed by my presence. I think all of the other cars were exclusively their tour group, but I had somehow ended up among them. They were wonderful, though, and I'd rather be with them than any other random creeps.
We all introduced ourselves and shared where we were going, where we were from, ages, etc. They were 19-24, and very kind. The language barrier was quite difficult, but we made do with charades and pictionary. They even wanted to take a picture with me! These loud, funny, hilarious Japanese boys who shared gummy bears with me... they were great travel companions.
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The Astronomical Clock! |
My iPod lasted all nine hours of train and had plenty left on it for my flight to Milan the next day. After an insane morning of difficulty finding our hostel, we struck out to find breakfast and the free morning tour the hostel referred us to. We finally stumbled across the Old Town Square, a lovely part of Prague that was quite close to our hotel, but due to our extreme exhaustion and travel stupidity at 7am, we had completely missed it several times while looking for our hostel earlier that morning. We ended up taking a picture of a map on the street to find what we wanted, but the trip from the hostel to Old Town Square was easy enough and Lindsey thankfully remembered which way we had to turn. I would have ended up leading us back to the train station. Oh well. Point is, we found it!
The Astronomical Clock was just going off when we arrived and we got to watch the trumpeter playing atop it. We cheered along with everyone else when he finished and waved before eating breakfast and finding the bright red umbrella that signalled the free walking tour we were looking for.
Our tour guide was a bubbly, energetic girl named Lauren who happened to be from Minnesota. She had fallen in love with Prague while abroad in Italy and she moved to Prague after graduating. It was her three year anniversary of living in Prague, and from how excited she was to teach us about Prague and its history (all the tour guides are unpaid at this company), I could really tell just how much she loved the city. I had been unsure of how I felt when we arrived and even thought I didn't like Prague, but her enthusiasm made me love it, too. She gave us a mini-history lesson of Prague before we set out to see the sights of the city! We saw the Jewish quarter, the old buildings with new establishments inside, Bohemia Bagel (delicious!), and a reenactment of the story of the Virgin Mary and the thief at the Church of St. James.
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Lindsey as the Virgin Mary statue |
In the story, a thief tries to steal a beautiful jeweled necklace from the Virgin statue. When he reaches out to it, she comes alive and grabs his arm, holding so tightly he can't escape. The next morning, the priest returns to the church and sees the thief trapped by the statue. To free him, the priest says "one of these arms must be cut off, and I would never do that to the Virgin Mary." He cuts off the thief's arm and mummifies it, hanging it in the church to ward off any other thieves. That was 400 years ago and you can still see the mummified forearm there today! The church was closed for the lunch hour when we got there, but Lauren took us to a window where we could see the arm hanging from the ceiling just inside the entrance. So cool.
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castle in the background |
After the tour, instead of joining the afternoon paid tour to the castle, Lindsey and I struck off on our own to see the Prague Castle. We had already bought the Beer Tour tickets for the evening and were too tired to go through another three hour walking tour of the castle. Lauren pointed us in the right direction and we went over a bridge and up to the impressive castle on its hill. The castle has an incredible cathedral, but honestly Wawel is still my favorite, followed closely by Cardiff. This castle was HUGE and felt like a whole other town within the city. After all, it IS the biggest castle in the world according to the Guinness Book of World Records (oldest ancient castle). During the Defenestrations of Prague (that's right, they made revolutions out of throwing people out windows), the Castle Tower was used as the launching point for the Protestants chucking Catholics out of windows.
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Amazing cathedral in the middle of the castle grounds |
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statue at the cathedral |
After seeing most of what the castle had to offer (the Crown Jewels took too much effort to locate), we headed back across the Charles Bridge to find our hostel again. The Charles Bridge is lined with statues and monuments, each different, and though some were undergoing renovations, I liked looking at all the different statues we passed. It created an interesting dichotomy with the vendors and cheap souvenir stands on the pedestrianized bridge. I suppose that's pretty typical of all of tourist Europe now, but the proximity of old and venerated with cheap and commercialized was a little newer to me.
We finally made it home, exhausted and sore from walking all day. I was thankful I brought my boots with me instead of flats. Not only was it quite cold, but all that walking was deadly for flats. Lindsey's feet were bleeding from hers by the end of the day. Oye! We showered and rested for a bit before heading back to Old Town Square for a quick dinner at the market stands and the beer tour, something I'd been looking forward to ever since buying our tickets at lunch. Lauren had mentioned earlier that our guide was another American living in Prague, this time from none other than the great motherland of Texas.
We found the red umbrella once again, this time held by Amy from Austin, Texas. She was a perfect piece of home and we chatted about Texas and other things while waiting for the rest of the group to show up from the castle tour. Joined by eight other people, we set off for the first bar, a place called the Beer Museum. Not a museum at all, the Beer Museum boasts thirty beers on tap as well as a plethora of bottled brews. I ordered the Démon, a sweet amber lager with a caramel flavor. I loved it. Lindsey got the d'Este, a bittersweet, hoppy lager with more of a vanilla taste and herbal flavor. It was equally wonderful, but my Démon definitely topped the charts on beers I've had while abroad, beaten only by the Cambrinus beer I had in Bruges.
Our companions were a funny crew who also got d'Este and Démon (those were what Amy suggested, after all), and a raspberry beer was thrown in there, too. There was a rando from Ukraine/Toronto, a college graduate sister, Shana, visiting her abroad-in-Prague brother Zach, a guy from Knoxville, Tennessee doing a Euro-tour as part of college, and four Brits who were honestly the funniest, most amazing old people I've met so far. They were all around 53 and two of them had known each other since childhood. I don't know which connection that was, but Paul and Gill were married and then Bill and Heather were the other pair. They had kids who lived with each other in a flat surprisingly near to my own flat, a point of hilarity throughout the night, especially when Paul half tried to get me to go find his son, Scott, when I got back to London. Jokes. Scott is 27.
The second bar we went to was home of the original Bud. Yes, that's right, the American Budweiser is almost a lie. Adolphus Busch (yes, of Anheuser-Busch) brought the recipe over to America in 1876, but something got lost in translation. The original Bud I had in Prague was easily fifteen zillion times better than the bottled/canned stuff back in the US. In Europe, American Budweiser is typically labelled as "Bud" while the original retains the name "Budweiser," referring to the superior Czech beer, Budweiser Budvar. We got our beers with food, since this stop was supposed to also be dinner. I had goulash and it was easily some of the best food I'd eaten these past few months.
The third stop was dedicated to Pilsner Urquell, the top selling lager in the country. Which is saying a lot since the Czech Republic drinks the most alcohol per person in the universe. I think the annual is something like 160 liters per person, and that "per person" counts the entire population, and since babies don't really get their drank on, we can assume that 160 liter statistic increases exponentially for those who actually drink. That's a lot of alcohol. In America, the numbers are close to 30 gallons for the average American, which is around 136 liters. That's a pretty big difference considering how many beer bellies there are in America. Anyways, Pilsner was quite good and I was really happy to find it on tap in London when I returned from spring break. I'm on a quest to find Démon here, but that's not going too well. At least Leffe is easy enough to find!
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it's Pilsner time |
By now, we were all pretty tipsy from our beers. Amy said she likes having small groups like ours because we're all talkative best friend by the end of the night. Things were certainly going that way! I had thought Gill hilarious on the free walking tour earlier, and now she and her fellow Brits got more and more funny as time went on. I loved talking to them and the others. They travelled a lot and had great stories to share. We moved onto the last bar of the night, the Iron Curtain, a communist-themed bar. That might sound odd, but it was my favorite of the night. This place had unpasteurized beer on tap, something Amy said we simply
had to try. It was called Velen, and I was a little skeptical since I don't like wheat beer to begin with (sorry, Blue Moon), but it was the thing to get here so I went for it. Zero regrets. It became another favorite and I even considered getting a second one, but settled for finishing Lindsey's for her. Paul began to share stories from when he was a narcotics cop, undercover and everything, and about his upcoming trip to Mt. Everest. Sorry, his
second trip to Everest. These people were so interesting and I was loving every minute of the beer tour. Then it got even better! How, do you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Eh hem.
When someone says "let's do shots!", you imagine drunk college students or really dumb high schoolers who think they're too cool for school, yeah? Or businessmen after work on the prowl at bars in Camden, but that's a different story. Point is, anyone over the age of 30 pushing shots of hard liquor is a little odd to imagine. It's not like sipping vodka or whiskey on the rocks. Yet here we were in the Iron Curtain when suddenly Paul decides we all need to do shots. Not just any shots, though. Absinthe shots. "Flaming absinthe!" says Gill. Okay, I think, this is funny. A married 50+ year old couple wants us all to do flaming absinthe shots. That's a bloody joke. But no, they were completely serious. "Yeah, I haven't done that in year!" says Heather. Oh god they're serious... let's do it.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the infamous absinthe, it is extremely strong and will most definitely knock you backwards if you aren't prepared for it. It ranges from 95-150 proof (up to 75% ABV), is green, and tastes like licorice. People like Ernest Hemingway, Vincent van Goh, Aleister Crowley, and Oscar Wilde were all known absinthe drinkers. It has a reputation like Sherlock and opium, but whatever, if the 50 year-olds want to do flaming shots of it, why the hell not. So we loaded up our spoons with sugar, light them on fire, and stirred away before tossing our absinthe back. Whoa buddy.
The Iron Curtain didn't just have absinthe, though. They had some interesting concoctions like candy shots. Shana had a snickers shot which actually tasted just like the candy bar. I indulged in another shot with the older crowd, a little shooter that tasted just like Christmas. Becherovka, I was told. Obviously by the end of the night we were all best friends in our giggly inebriated states.
We left the Iron Curtain to return to Old Town Square. Heather, Gill, Bill, and Paul all gave us hugs and kisses on the cheek with "let us know when you're around Dartford (or whatever place they live that starts with a D that's near London...". Paul gave me his card, "in case you ever need help" since he was a cop and all. Amy walked with Lindsey and I back to our hostel since it was on her way home, and with that, we headed to pack up our things and go to sleep.
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Old Town Square at night is one of the most beautiful, lovely places in the world |
The next morning, we woke up to get some last minute sight-seeing in before catching the bus to the airport. Inspired by the Iron Curtain, we headed to the Communist Museum. It was close and cheap and we had a flier from the Iron Curtain. The museum was small, but it had cool exhibits and a lot of artifacts to look at and read about. I enjoyed it immensely, especially all the propaganda from World War II that they had.