Rolling into Prague at 1 am is sort of like arriving in one of those creepy North Korean train stations. The building was eerie, delapitated, vacacant and basically had communist written all over it. Though I was warmly welcomed by a number of old ladies asking me to stay the night at their house. "accomadation sir?" Needless to say it was a little creepy.
Things got creepier as I was walking towards a cab to go to the hostel.
(I was tired, maybe a little lost and it was late... princess wanted a cab.)
Just as im crossing the street toward the car, this frantic woman comes running up from the other side, jumps in and steals my cab... As the car pulled away I then realized she was running from a screaming man who was covered in blood. Literally this guy had it all over his face, down his shirt, on his hands. All I could think was "welcome to Prague!"
I quickly found another cab and asked "you take Euros right?" Sure enough he did and we were crusing along towards the hostel. 30 minutes later the driver was lost and had decided to drop me off where he thought the hostel was "supposed" to be. He turns around and says "that is 50 euro." (around $80)
I threw a 10 euro bill at him and ran :s
- Jesse Mah (Prague survivor)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
ohhhhhhh my friggen god!!!
ReplyDeletethats awesome!!!! hahaha i was waiting for someone crazy to come at you. in the nicest way possible :)
good job for not getting screwed. dirty czechs!
stay away from those old ladies with the gingerbread houses...they're crazy!!!
ReplyDeleteSo true... Stories that begin with old ladies inviting lost people to their homes never end well.
ReplyDelete