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  • One Week in Prague Czech Republic

    One Week in Prague Czech RepublicDrunks yelling, intoxicated laughing, Englishmen fighting, and the smell of a dorm room that neither slept nor washed.One week in Prague.A week my constitution could have done without, but one which my heart reveled in. I had fun. I needed this Prague week of people running all around, cheap beer, [...]

  • Israeli Street Fighter

    Lessons from an Israeli Street FighterI remember walking down night time the streets of Prague with an x-military Israeli. He was talking about all the fights that he had fought; about all of the people that he had killed and wounded: “It is easy to kill,” he said, “but it is a lot more difficult [...]

  • Strip Clubs in Prague

    To the Strip Club in Prague I had never been to a female strip club before. I never really had much of a reason to ever go. I mentioned this fact in my dorm room at the Golden Sickle Hostel in front of a drunkenly affable Irish guy of around 22 years old. He was [...]

  • Going to Romania with a Gypsy

    Going to “Romania” with a Gypsy“Du da, du da,” sung the young Gypsy with a drunken smile on his face. “All the du da day!”“Come on man! Sing with me,” he encouraged us. We did sing, and frolic, and continue to make glorious messes of ourselves as we tramped on through the night time streets [...]