Cveck is hard to pronounce
29.05.2014 - 29.05.2014 65 °F
May 29th, 2014
Another potentially stressful day is upon us, but also the greatest potential for a magical experience. Our original plans for Germany were to fly out of Spain and land in Munich. Once in Munich we were going to stay at the the Olympic Park with Anna's friend Mike. Anna is a friend that Casey and I made when we were in Ireland in 2011. After one night there with him, we were going to meet Anna and head to her hometown of Berchtesgaden to stay with her family. The following day we would have gone to Salzburg, Austria, followed by another day in her hometown. Well that all went down the drain and we had a choice to make. We decided to hoof it up to Prague for an evening and day. Before we could make it to Prague, we had to catch the correct bus to the middle of Palma, then catch another bus to the airport. Once we caught our flight, we would need to catch a train to a bus hub and then catch the correct bus to prague. This opened up the whole day to any number of mistakes.
We made our first mistake on the very first bus. I don't know why, but the bus schedules don't make a lot of sense to either Nicole or I. So, because of this, we missed our first bus. It came, and went, right in front of us, but we were certain it wasn't the right bus. It was. So, instead of spending 10 euro to get to the airport, we spent 40 on a taxi. I am really glad the taxi was there, or else we would have been in big trouble. It took me a few hours to swallow the 40 dollars difference. We made it to our plane and flew into Munich.
Once in Munich it was fairly simple to catch our train and make it to the bus. At the bus stop was our first experience with some really good authentic food. We grabbed something called a lahmacun. It was some sort of wrap, but not a tortilla and not a taco. It had sauce on it, and I am pretty sure lamb as the meat, all sorts of lettuce and vegetables I didn't recognize, and it was served hot. Oh mylanta! It was the best food I have had in a long time. Spain was fun, but it is time for good food time. We boarded the bus for our 5 hour trip.
When we arrived in Prague, Kindra was so happy to see us! I was happy to see her too. We could use someone that knows what they are doing and where they are going. In the German language, I can make out what several words mean, and pronounce them if I have to. In Prague, the language is Czeck, and it is not as easy to decipher or pronounce. We ran into the station so that i could get some Czeck money. Ah finally! A decent exchange rate! We get about 20 Czeck crowns for every US dollar. That means I pulled out 200 US dollars or 4,000 Crowns. Yup, I am a thousandaire here. Kindra took us straight to her flat where we changed and headed out to dinner.
Kindra was stoked to take us to a local place for some authentic food. We ordered a traditional dish, the name I cant remember, and goulash. Both are extremely traditional and I could not wait. While Kindra and Nicole caught up on old times, I fantasized about dinner. The food was INSANELY GOOD. The traditional dish I can't remember is like a national treasure. The sauce they make has to simmer all day before it can be served. I need to look up the name in order to help describe it better. The goulash was also the most tasty plate of huge servings that I have had in a long time. They also make the most tasty potato pancakes on the face of the planet. All fueled up, Kindra then took us to a pub to meet with several of her friends and maybe catch some music. Boy did we ever catch some music.
Did you know that Rumplestielskin can play the accordion? About an hour after we arrived, this guy that looks just like Rumplestielskin, deary, came in and started singing and playing. He was really good at both. Then some lady with a flute and another with a violin began playing with him. They were all extremely talented. The music began to catch the people up that were there. All of the sudden, everyone in the pub breaks out into song. They were singing traditional Czeck song after song, no breaks. It was like something from the movie. A Czeck woman, with a massive beer in her hand sitting up on a table belting away at the female part of the song while the men carried on their part. Everyone was laughing and clinking beer mugs waving them around like only a movie director could produce. Then some random guy walks in with a trombone and joins right in without skipping a beat! He was so good that I would bet he could join any orchestra or jazz group in the states without blinking. He was probably 24 or 25 years old. The music was such a treat that we stayed until 1am. I cant forget to record the atmosphere of the bar. Two things in Czeck, beer is the equivalent of water, and smoke (cigarette or weed) is the equivalent of oxygen . That is the best way to describe it. So once you got past the burning eyes and sickly smell of weed, it was one of the best nights so far.
After we left the bar we decided to head home. However, as we learned about Kindra, the night is young and no plan is concrete! Once we reached her flat, she suggested we walk down to the water to see the bridge and castle. This way we would know which way to go in the morning when we went to tour the castle. I had just enough energy left to do this. Nicole and Kindra were wide awake. So we made it to the water and then decided that we should at least go see the famous Charles Bridge. It was about two city blocks away. I dug deep for the energy required ands we took off. By the time i was there, i was pretty much a zombie. But the coolest thing ever was that by this time of night, there were no tourists around, just us! We saw the castle up on the hill and walked about halfway up the bridge. I was done. We turned around and started heading back. It was 2am by now. As we reached the end of the bridge, Kindra decided to take us to Old Town Prague. After all, we were close and there wasn't anyone out and about. Old town was very cool, but by now I was only able to appreciate putting one foot in front of the other. You know that scene in The Lord of the rings with Frodo is trudging up Mount Doom? He can barely go on,and he can't even walk in a straight line. That is how I felt. I actually think that was the most tired I have been in my life. The ground was tilting under me. Either I was exhausted or the second hand weed smoke had got to me. We finally made it back at 3:30 and now I understand how you can fall asleep when your head hits the pillow.