We had promised to go to the local bar for lunch. We finally make it there at about 3pm. They are over the moon to see us, but a bit disappointed that we chose to ditch the kilts and give our thighs a rest from wool itch for a few hours.
We are, as should have been expected, presented with two half litres of Pilsner. We've been awake for little over an hour, so it's beer for breakfast. We order some food, and it makes us feel a lot better than the beer did.
Today I need to buy my ticket to the next leg of the tour for tomorrow, so we're going to head into town and organise that and also get some food before heading out at night.
Getting on the metro is pretty strange when you're wearing jeans. I'm so used to smiling at people when they stare. I think we enjoyed our few days of local celebrity.
We get off at the station, which mowgli has warned me is a horrible place full of Junkies, prostitutes and general dodgy people. In the ticket office, I stand in the queue dreading trying to get from Prague to florence by train using only broken english. Luckily the man at the desk is really helpful and makes sure I have exactly what I need. I'm leaving tomorrow night at 23:00 and arriving in Florence at 16:26 the next day. I change at Vienna and will pass through the alps which should be nice.
After this, we've decided to eat at home to save us some money. The Czech supermarket is wonderful. It's super cheap, and has far more british delicacies than it;s dutch equivalent. My mouth waters at the concept of cheap barley for scotch broth without having to trawl specialist shops.
we head back to Casa Mowgli and relax in front of a couple of films. I take a shower and Mowlgi takes Chef duty. By the time we are ready to become kilted once more, we have a few pislners in us, a lot of pasta, and we're ready for another night on the town.
This time it's different. We get the red bull as we walk to Karlovy Lázně, and then once we're in, we start legging it up the stairs. We then run into a barrier at the first floor. They only have the ground floor open. Theres about 4 guys in one bar, and then their a small dance floor with about 15 people in it. What a swizzz!!!! We even paid to get in. Thinking back to the cloak room ticket numbers, we realise, that there's only about 120 people passed the doors of this club tonight, about 100 of them have left, and it's approaching 1am.
As we stand working out what to do, a group of guys shout "Hi Boys in camp accents" - it appears it's also gay night. Despite paying to get in, we've decided that even we cannot recover a good night out of this one!!!
We leave and head back towards the centre. A couple of English guys stop us in the street and ask us if we know of any busy clubs. They've been around several places and say that everywhere is absolutely dead. It seams that most tourists come to prague on friday and leave late Sunday. The city is empty.
We've taken today so slowly, as we assumed we could go wild at night. Now our feet are itching to dance, but they have no music or venue. We tag along with the english guys and an american girl and go seeking out a drinking establishment. Eventually, we are pointed towards a small underground mini club. Two guys coming out tell us that we should stay for a beer, as it's got a few folk in it, but that the music's about dancy. Entering we realise that they meant it was techno - eeeeurgh!!! I hate techno.
Lester Bangs, the great rock journalist once said that music was meant to fill you with an emotion. Provoke a reaction, whereas disco was meant to empty the room of emotion such that you can just waste time. I feel the same way about Techno. It's repetitive, hard to dance to, and you don't know whats coming next, so you just have to kind of wobble to the beat.
Still.... It's the busiest place we've seen yet, so we stay for a beer. Once we're sitting pilsner in hand, a thai girl gets up on one of the tables and starts to dance. The night seems to be looking up, but we can't be outdone by the thai girls. The music's not up to much, and the tables are hardly suitable for dancing on, but up we go anyway.
Everyone in the bar turns and cheers, and the adrenaline kicks in once more. We get various offers to show our bums. We play hard to get to start with but eventually give them a good flash.
Before long the inevitable happens, and we jump over to the Thai girls table to dance with her. They are very accepting of our intrusion, and for the next few hours we dance away like nutters once more. I use the various thai words I know and tell them I've been to Phucket. They are very impressed with my Bhudda, and tell me to look after it.
At one point, one of the girls complain that she has a sore back from dancing. I ask her if she knows any Thai's that can give a Thai massage. Before we know it. We are lying on the tables getting our second Thai massage of the weekend.
The girls leave in dribs and drabs, and we are left with two girls. One who was the first one to dance on the table, and one who seems to be her minder. There's some strange social or work structures going on. The girls were quite subdued until one of the older thai women left, and they keep telling each other off for showing off to much.
We dance away fro a while more and talk to various people. Then we decide that since it's my last night, we'll perform one more trick:
We head to the toilet in order to prepare our "socks on cocks" there's an english guy in there who wants to tell us all about Bratislava. I think he's a little perplexed that we are staying in the toilet, clearly waiting for him to leave, and we each have a clean white sock in our hands.
We come out and take to the tables again. This time we can flash the fronts, and people have a look of shock on their faces, until they realise what we've done.
Before long, the bouncers are collecting, and the bar is getting ready to close. We walk with the two remaining Thai's and a Czech girl to where we get the night trams and head home for the night. Our onyl amusement left is watching Mowgli continue his sport of trying to make female Czech commuters smile.Tonights victim even remains stoney faced during "you've lost that loving feeling"
We crawl into bed, after watching a mediocre dawn of the dead, and fall asleep........
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