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Days 87 - 89 Prague - June 27 to 29th

The Saturday we went to watch the British lions play.... what a poor decision. Still we had a couple of drinks with Steve and Elaine and planned the night ahead.



The plan was to meet up for a few drinks at a bar and then go to a club called the Golden Tree. Anyway, it ended up just being Rich and I. We went to this bar we saw earlier on in the day. Oh my god... it was like the a-list of Prague's most beautiful people...... and then us.... bringing the average down.

It was actually a really nice bar... Probably the best we'd been to in Prague. The drinks were expensive but it was to be expected. We then headed to the club which was great. 100 Koruna to get in which is about £4. We got in there and we'd achieved what we wanted. A local crowd... A club full of Czech's, perfect. Not a stag do in sight.

So we went to do a bit of exploring as Czech clubs seem to have loads of little nooks and crannies.... lots of different rooms to hide in... quite interesting really.

We loaded up with a couple of Cuba Libres and then set off... dance floor, cool bar... quiet area aah what's this we thought... a big crowd around the next bar area that we found ourselves heading towards.

Hmmm intriguing... so we managed to fight our way in and low and behold... strippers... it's like you can't get away from them.. I mean, ok i'm a guy and yeah it can be entertaining... they're very skillful dancers (honest ladies, I mean that :))

From Prague and London


From Prague and London


The interesting thing was that half of the people in the room were girls. I chatted to a couple and they told me they watch the strippers because they like to see how they dance. Rich was getting checked out by lots of ladies so we decided to go for a dance. The dance floor was pretty packed and we spotted the girls that were just looking for guys to buy them drinks a mile off. Avoided them like the plague.

All in all we had a good night and it was great to chat to some of the locals so we left happy at about 4am.

Sunday was a quiet day... we were both nursing hangovers and coupled with a lack of sleep it made for a rather withdrawn beginning to the day. So, what's the first thing a guy does in that situation to claw his way back to the land of the living.... yep, you guessed it.... a full english breakfast of course. Worked a treat washed down with a lime and soda water.... I'm not really a hair of the dog kind of guys. I just feel it prolongues the pain....

I went for a walk and did the sights taken some more pics and vids to share with you all. I hope you can appreciate how beautiful the place is from these.















From Prague and London


From Prague and London


From Prague and London


From Prague and London


From Prague and London


From Prague and London


From Prague and London


From Prague and London


This is actually the narrowest pathway in Europe apparently. Check out the traffic lights for pedestrians....

From Prague and London


I also went to the Kafka museum. It's got loads of interesting sculptures and statues but one really stood out to me... here's a video so you can appreciate it as much as I did...



As I say in the video, you can actually send an sms to them with your name in it and they will arrange for the statues to spell your name in their piss while you stand their and watch. Classic.... nothing says 'I love you, will you marry me.' better than a couple of pissing statues eh?

I also happened upon this toilet in a shopping centre which had pictures of girls above each stall doing different things suggestively about the size of the stall users err..... package... take a look...

From Prague and London


From Prague and London


Anyway, our last day in Prague went well and we left the city happy after a good four or five days.

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