Prague, another done.

Before I start with the travel stuff, thanks everyone for the birthday wishes. Really nice to see.

Anyway.

So Prague. Fuck. That place is great. We got up late on day 2, (Feroz sleeps in even more than me. I had to kick him up at noon) and kind of chilled the day away. I think we went to old town, had some kebob and maybe saw a church or two. At 7 we were back at the hostel drinking in the outdoor area, and Feroz went inside to make a beer run. A couple of swedes across the way looked over at me drinking alone and offering me a gin and tonic. That was the start of two action packed days.

I pulled up a chair and we all got to talking, when I found out they were from Sweden I was able to toast them in their language which they went nuts for. The cheers I know translates in Swede to 'Cheers for fuck's sake!!' So we all had a lot of fun w- that.

The swedes had a lot of booze and they were sharing it so we really got into it. At some point Feroz and I invited every english speaking person in the hostel to the table and we had about 30 folks from all over the world sitting around having an amazing time. We went out to the five story club again and I discovered again that English people just can not dance. I really want to go back to London and just poke my head in the door of a club. If the girls from the other night danced like hunchbacks the group we hung out with this time danced like spider monkeys from the matrix. It was horrifying and I couldn't find the swedish guys (turns out there were getting robbed by aggressive gypsy hookers at a strip club) so Feroz and I quit at about 4 am.

Check out was at 9am and we were supposed to leave, but that was shot when I heard the front desk guy pound on the door. We yelled that we'd be staying another night and he was fine with that, so back to bed.

I finally got Feroz up at freaking 1pm and we figured since we'd stayed in Prague so long we should actually do some site-seeing. The old town is beautiful, we walked charles bridge saw a few churches a castle and took a great boat ride up the canal. Feeling quite accomplished we stopped off for some traditional goulash. Great stuff.

We'd both agreed that a quiet night sounded brilliant. We'd be checking out at about 8 since our flight to Rome was at 11am and we had no clue where the airport was. Of course the rest of the hostel had other plans.

We got back and went to check the internet which is in the common area-bar. And everyone was waiting for us. The swedes, the aussies, the other aussies, the californians, the norweigens, the english and we added the spanish. It was nuts. We said we couldn't go to the club so everyone stayed at the hostel and partied with us. Somehow we got into discussion about different country's drinking games and decided on an easy one from the US, Kings cup. We had country vs country drinks being passed out non stop. There were songs being sung, shots, dances etc...It was definitely a multi'cultural experience.

At some point I realized it was my birthday and we kicked it up another notch.I got to practice a lot of spanish, and impressed the group from madrid so I'm feeling pretty confident about my upcoming travels. I don't know when the party shut down but I know the hostel staff had had enough of Feroz and I by the time we stopped. Somewhere along the end of the night I cracked my head on something in the room, which had more cabinets than most kitchens, and so I woke up with my pillow soaked in blood. That was an interesting few minutes as I checked my nose and face in the mirror and couldn't figure it out for the life of me. Putting my hat on answered that question. So yeah, in Prague, it's not a party till the pillow's soaked in blood!'

We got up late the next day which was still my birthday, made the plane on time, I found a great site skyscanner.net, very cheap tickets. And we got to rome at about noon. Rome is blazing hot. 35 celsius I think, which translates to something like 427 fahrenhiet. It's blistering. We've been taking cold showers, 2 or 3 times a day and drinking gallons or liters of water.

We couldn't really move yesterday after Amsterdam then Prague it was time for a day off. We found a little apartment room near san giovese for an okay deal and spent some time just relaxing. Watched some Prison Break, good show, I don't speak Italian, but there's enough action to make it enjoyable none'the'less. I can't say the same for italian star trek. So yeah, that was the birthday, spent most of it feeling miserable in an italian hotel room. Still ate well and walked around a little.

Touristed it up today, we saw the colesseum, which I've seen before, but I really love so it was good to go back. We paid for a guided tour, because I wanted Feroz to hear some of the cool stories that happened in those days. The guide was awful though and I had to tell him what I remembered. Still, it's an impressive site to see.

We ended up going on a 2nd tour since it was included, of old rome. And that was great. The guide was hysterical and had some really interesting stories to share with us. I won't go into detail because I've already written so much, but it was well worth it and I'm very glad we stayed for that part of the tour.

Now we've just finished a spectacular three course meal and are trying to figure out how to spend the rest of the evening. There's a bar crawl, but we're both still incredibly partied out so that may wait until tomorrow. It's definitely time for gelato.

Not sure when I'll blog again, but I'm alive for those who were wondering. Thanks again for the birthday wishes. I'm kinda growing old, not up, and I think this will be a very positive year.