Wander round the Jewish Quarter for a while, and then to the Old Town Square, where I stumble upon a parade celebrating gypsies and the nomadic lifestyle. There are hundreds of people playing instruments, dancing, chanting and wearing traditional dress, and it really is a sight to behold. The whole thing has made me beam from ear to ear; it's amazing to randomly encounter something like that.
Head to the Chocolate Museum in the afternoon (for a little bit of culture...?!) and manage to blag a few free samples. Much needed sugar boost. Head back to the hostel to get out of the sunshine for a while (I'm burning rapidly!) and am slightly creeped out by the receptionist, who is sleazing on me HEAVY. "You should take a train in the morning and we will go for drinks tonight...." Eh...tempting. But, no.
Head back out to get some dinner, and just when I think the day can't get any stranger, I bump in to Brazilian Alex AGAIN. This time, he concedes that out 2 chance meetings in Prague are really bizarre, and totally unlikely. He asks where I'm headed, and when I say I'm going to get some food, he invites himself along, and we end up going to a little taverna for Greek. He is actually as crazy as I first thought. Feel as though I am out for dinner with Borat.
Eventually part ways with him, and head to the Astronomical Clock to meet Ben and Graeme for one last drink before I need to go. We head to Medieval themed bar for a few tankards of beer, and of course this is when daft Charlotte appears. As she likes to do on occasion. A few drinks turns in to a few more and I end up pretty pissed and miss my train. OOPS.
Dash back to the hostel, and after some sweet-talking, I convince the woman at reception to give me a room for another night - luckily they have the space! Put my bags in and head back out to meet the boys....we decide that a night of dancing could be on the cards. Finding somewhere proves to be an arduous task though, but we eventually find a totally tragic little bar, which turns out to be a total laugh. Think I may have horrified/disgusted/defiled them with my horrid chat.
We say our goodbyes and I head back to the hostel...only to be greeted by the creepy receptionist from earlier on. He has been waiting up for, and I'd barely set foot in the door when he whisked me in to the common room where he has beers waiting. He descends in to total sleaziness rapidly...hand stroking etc, and I suddenly have visions of the film Hostel. Escape needed asap.
Quickly excuse myself and head to bed, hoping and praying that a) Mr Creepy doesn't follow me b) I manage to get up in time to check out and c) that I don't miss my train again.
Can this be done?
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