Prague Blog - The Big Finish

And we're back!  Turns out I'm a total liar and a few hours actually means a few days.  Hopefully by this point you've had some time to recover from the first installment and haven't keeled over from all the excitement.  Ready for more?  Hold onto your hats...

Crazy Czech hooligans rooting on the Bohemian 1905 squad.  As you will note by the packed stands, this is the hottest ticket in town.

Jorts and a man purse.  Czech dudes are very fashion forward.

As you will note by the tightly clenched fist, Kel was fully prepared to engage in her first football-related brawl.  Everyone was remarkably well behaved though.  Bummer.

The Dancing House a.k.a. Fred and Ginger. 

Baby got back.  Life imitating art. 

My new motto. 

When you go to an Irish pub in Prague it's common practice for an old Welsh guy to draw indecipherable things on your ankle.  Or so we were told.

When you go to the discotheque, it's common practice to dance on tables with weird bald guys and Jersey Shore lookalikes.  Prague is wild!

Sunset over the Charles Bridge.  It's famous for being cool.

Pretty

This is Urine Man, an endearing character who patroled the street below our apartment with a strange bizarro world kind of authority.  He spends most of his days talking gibberish into a megaphone, scribbling secret notes in a tattered journal, taking shots of whiskey and somehow managing not to get arrested.  Here he is giving directions to a businessman.  Shortly after this was taken he probably peed his pants.  

At the John Lennon wall.  He looks like E.T. in this painting.

Travel buddies

This picture is in honor of legendary Pittsburgh vendor, Cotton Candy Man.  He fully embodied the Yinzer Dream.  RIP, good sir.

 

If there's one thing you should remember about Prague, it's Urine Man.  So lest you forget, here he is again showing you how to properly ramble incoherently. 

So there you have it.  Prague is a beautiful city and a fantastic place to do dumb stuff with your buddy.  We laughed, we cried, we ate disgusting local cuisine, and most importantly we drank lots of pilsner.  Two enthusiastic thumbs up.

Stay tuned for more fun-filled adventures involving Dutch shenanigans, Belgian tomfoolery and Scottish hijinks....