blight(y)ed

man, prague is full of english people. and it's only wednesday. there are shitloads of people here, all tourists, many of them english. I dread the weekend that approaches because the english that are here do not appear to be the stag party crews. I fully expect to see a few of those on the weekend.

had quite a nice train journey today (albeit sloooow) from Wroclaw to Praha. The only intercity train of the day just had to go at 07.42. Surprisingly I am still awake (it's just gone midnight here in the hostel). The hostel is called Sir Toby. Apparently Mr Box has been drug-running out here and they were quite grateful. Lots of other things are named in honour aswell. The bar. The toilets. Anyway, kept that one quiet, eh Tob?

So I've left the blondynkas behind (sob), but never mind because instead of those rubbish blondynkas (just joking ladies) we have damn fine czech beer (star, pilsner urquell, budvar) at 50p a pint and even finer brunetki. who no doubt all hate the english tourists. damn, i wish i spoke italian. well, apart from the obligatory 'ciaooo, bella!' :) :)