One last Party in Prague

Friday night was my last night in Prague. The hostel residents I got to know the best was some Finlanders, also celebrating their last night in Prague. The day before before I made friends with some Czechs and invited them to the last night out to. By the end of the night the table consisted of Finlanders, Swedes, Austrailians, Czechs, and some French, all speaking some level of English. A few universal laws were found to be true across all countries, the finger sniff test and the area code girlfriend/boyfriend statute (different area code==no cheating). Its good there are universal laws that apply order to all. One of the swedes thought it would be a good idea to try and climb into bed with one of the Austrailian girls that went to bed earlier that night. So we naturally all went down to watch the proceedings. You see, the dorms were coed, unlike most hostels. The swede was real suave until the shela woke and screamed Fuck off and get the hell out of her bed, at which point the rest of us fell down in laughter at our rebuffed swede.

By that time is was 2 am and a few went out to party some more (bars are open until 5am) and I went to bed to try and catch the 5am train to Vienna. I missed that though. I also missed the 8:30 am too. But I caught the 10:30 am train. After four hours and many scowls from Czech passport officials, I was in the land of museums. Note to self, no more toothy grins when the ex-KGB passport officials keeps looking at you and then passport. I thought he was going to pull his gun for a moment.