In a fit of rampant indecision I had a rather late start today, I did eventually wander out and casually watch some buskers and do some people watching. After more of that and, literally wandering around aimlessly I eventually went to the Sex Machine Museum. Now the first two floors of the sex museum were fascinating, seeing the tools on kink from the preceding centuries was genuinely interesting. The upper floors though, I'm not sure I want to talk about. It was frightening. Frightening, frightening stuff. Piercing, gimp masks, BDSM machines and just scarring, scarring stuff.
I did a bit of clothes shopping then, because clothes in the Czech Republic are balls cheap and I also maybe needed a bit of retail therapy after the museum.
For dinner I hunted myself down a lovely three course street meal of street food, wandering around and moving to a new place to watch a new busker with each course.
After my delicious dinner I went out and found a bar crawl (when I say found, I mean I selected one of the three options. And when I say selected, I mean I found the Dutch guy that sold me the boat party ticket earlier and asked him which one was best).
I had this moment as I was following the strange Czech man in the blue shirt that said pub crawl on it round squiggly back streets and down stairs into a dingy little bar, that I really really hoped that this guy was legit and not just a psycho with a blue shirt with pub crawl written on it. So, I knocked my, usually high, guard up a few more gears and proceeded cautiously. I am alive now, so apparently the guy was legit. I was in fact though, the first person to turn up to the crawl which left me awkwardly standing at the bar trying to make small talk with the bar staff. This did however also result in me acquiring three drinks at the same time.
Much beer pong was played this night, I lost severely to the Austrians, but with some Brits beat he shit out of some Americans and a Norwegian.
There was one very funny/unfiunny moment where an Israeli Jewish dude asked me what religion I was, to which I responded "athist" which sent him into a spin which kept him glued to my side and hounding me amazed at and unable to comprehend how I could not believe in god. It was fucking annoying. At another time I might have enjoyed a detailed theological discussion about this, walking between pubs on a pub crawl in Prague is not the fucking place i want to have that conversation. Especially with someone completely doggedly convinced they will sway your life ling and reassessed belief by saying, "But how can you not believe", and "isn't your life empty."Rarrrr, it made me angry. I ended up escaping by litterally running away and hiding in the mob of pub crawlers. Mature? Yes.
A whole bunch of people and a whole bunch of alcohol latter and a wild night was had.
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