Looking back, Prague part II

Okay, I realize that I am about two weeks late on the next few posts, but oh well. It’s been really busy. I’ve now been under the knife twice, and am mostly healed up. Anyways, where did I leave off? Prague? Okay.

After a our round of absinthe and beer, we had planned to leave the bar in Prague with enough time to get the subway back to our place. We ended up staying with Cool Aunt and crew, so toss in one more absinthe (cool Aunt was buying) and another beer, and us leaving the bar around 1:30 AM, a good hour after the last subway train. We wandered back across the Charles Bridge into the other half of town, shoddy maps from Babsy our only guide. After about an hour of wandering through the throngs of disco-goers (Prague has a good nightlife apparently) we got directions from some cops and got on the night bus, where I promptly fell asleep. Brian woke me up as the bus dropped us off at our “stop.” The quotes are there because at our stop there was no real bus stop. It was a small sign under a highway overpass near this almost abandoned building that served as some sort of depot (we don’t know what, because the women working there not only spoke nothing but Czech, but were also idiots). The ladies at the depot were no help, unable to find a street on a map, which really seems to me a basic humanity skill. Nor was help found in the drunken man telling us to follow him in broken, broken English. We decided to trek across the bridge until we spotted the giant T-Mobil building that we had passed with Babs earlier in the day. We spotted it, and started to head that way. There were NO street lights, NO people, almost NO cars, and NO readable street signs. We wandered through the neighborhood that was in the vicinity of our place, but every street had the same name, but a different roman numeral after the name. These were in no reasonable order either. After about an hour of wandering we were on the verge of giving up and calling Babsy’s house (we doubt they would have answered: both she and her hubby were pretty hard of hearing) we spotted a black cat. Why not? We followed it for about two minutes when, lo and behold, Brian spotted the house that was our landmark from earlier that day. We got to bed around four in the morning, tired, confused, and ready for some shuteye. More to come in another post, since I don’t want to clump so much together it isn’t worth reading.