Day 8. Berlin to Prague

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As agreed the night before I caught the latter train to Prague with my new buddy Eddy the Irishman, after a breakfast with a group of people including Marisa where Eddy experienced the life altering event of eating - for the first time in his life - watermelon.

The train ride was much more enjoyable than my others due to the company, Eddy being quite great conversation studying a little Philosophy himself on top of being a traveler.  

We shared a compartment with this completely adorable gay couple from San Fransisco who were blast and again made the trip more enjoyable. 

I loved the walk from the station to my hostel finding Prague delightful, vibrant and buzzing, if a wee bit too touristy. But delightful all the same. There were buskers everywhere and the city is stunning, absolutely stunning.

My hostel was in a building that had been build in the Renaissance and was absolutely stunning. One delightfully funny part being the clunky old two pronged style keys on a lumping great key ring I was given in place of a swipe card. The downside to this hostel being its lack of a single central common room, making it hard for a solo traveler such as myself to meet people.

So I went out alone for food, and spontaneously paid to go on a boat party. I followed the guy selling the tour to the meeting point paid my (about $30) followed the advice of the guy that sold me the ticket and bought a beer at the supermarket across the road instead of the overpriced bar and then got very worried. There were several people throwing up in the street, at 9pm, before we had even left for the boat.

But all was well, all the morons who cant hold their drink wither didn't make it to the boat or spent the whole time spewing over the railings. On the walk their I found a bunch of cool people and spent the whole night bouncing between groups, failing to learn names but remembering places like a champ (it is the odd little thing about me, that I have no trouble at all remembering where people are from, but can never remember a god damned name to save myself).

We set lanterns away from the roof of the boat, which was a pretty magical moment, especially considering the fairytale beauty that is Prague. Particularly at night all lit up and glowing.

After the boat I latched onto a group from Mad House Hostel (which I latter learnt is voted on of the worlds best party hostels), they were chanting out "MAd House" to which I would respond "Hostel Homer"much to everyones amusement, it became a sort of game. Im not quite sure if this next pub crawl was included in the price of my boat party ticket or if I just mooched off the Mad House people, it being assumed I was a guest, but in any case, with a cool group I danced the night away in a very cool Czech bar.