Prague - Everyones a millionaire

Ok, picking up where we left off in Berlin, I met Michelle at around 11pm Friday night. She flew in to catch a European AFL game.

Being the dutiful boyfriend I am, I escorted her through the freezing German night to her hostel, which was about 300m from where Hitler killed himself. Thats another thing thats cool about Berlin, how they handle all that heritage. Theres beautiful memorials to all the crazy stuff that went down in that city or in the surrounding areas, but in select cases they chose to wipe it from the record because any memorial would seem like some kind of validation.

Prime example was Hitlers place of death. Its now a carpark. Not even a nice multilevel carpark with a security guard at the door, its a rough gravel yard with a couple of rusting VW Golfs lying around. Theres a little sign near the entrance saying that the remains of Hitlers bunker lies beneath, but if someone didnt point it out to you, you'd never notice.

The old Nazi Luftwaffe headquarter still stands, but its now the Taxation Office. So while the building is no less terrifying, they dont pay any more tribute to it than they need to.

Anyway, amatuer history lesson aside, I headed off for Prague the next morning. Had my passport checked for the first time since I'd entered Europe, then we stopped at a couple of old concerntration camps/hospitals to change some money and get food. I handed over 40 euros and came away with a couple of grand worth of Krona, then gave some chick 300k for a packet of hot chips and a coke.

Got to Prague at around 4pm. The hostel is AWESOME. Its huge, its clean, the staff have matching pink shirts, the rooms have their own showers and lockers right next to your bed, and next door there is a massive shed with a bar, restaurant and free Internet. Had a few brews with some guys then turned in for the night.

The next day was another bike tour. Prague is a lot more hilly than what I'd seen so far in Europe, but fortunately the bikes were all featherlight and had 100 odd gears. Rode around for a few hours and managed to get sunburnt. Yes, the sky finally turned blue and I could give my jeans a rest. Awesome.

Unfortunately the combo of sunburn and the long walk back to the apartment made me feel a bit strange, and somewhere between the closing credits of "Fight Club" and the middle of "Chasing Amy" I picked up a wicked cold. Spent the rest of the night drinking OJ and blowing my nose.

Today I have taken a break from Tourism and drinking altogether to try and recover. Ive seen very little of Prague, but Im not too fussed to be honest. Ive decided the cities I like the most are the ones with the least Gypsies, hence Paris and Amsterdam were pretty ordinary, and Belgium and Berlin were awesome. Cesky Krumlov is sounding great too.

Anyway I should track down some food, or at the very least some more OJ.