After visiting Krakow we drove to Wiry not far away from Wroslaw (Breslau). Phillips cousin and aunt are living there, where we stayed for two nights We had great food and a good time. Although we couldn’t understand a word his aunt was speaking, we felt really welcomed. The next and last step was Praha/ Czech Republic then. It was just a few hours away. We stayed in a hostel right in the centre next to the „Karlsbrücke“, the most famous bridge in Praha. The hostel (Chili) was very cheap but a bit strange. I wanted to make breakfast in the kitchen and therefore we should leave a deposit of 200 czech krones, around 20 Euros. For this I expected a real great kitchen but in the end it was the worst kitchen you can imagine. They dont even had one knife there and none of the pans had an handle. I was pissed but the receptionist seem not to care at all. In the end I used my own dishes and knife from the car.

One another annoying thing was the parking situation. The hostel was in the so called blue zone, that means only citizien and companies are allowed to park. The next parking house costs 20 Euro a day. So we parked Walta after disussions a bit outside the centre. For 16 Euro a day. It was not possible to pay for more than one. Anyway. The first night we walked around to look up some alternative DIY pubs Phillip found in the internet. But none of them existed anymore. That was a bit strange. So we just walked through the city and had a dinner in a real bad vietnamese restaurant. It seemed pretty fancy, because of its decoration and the high prices. But the taste was not good at all. The best thing was the cocktail we had. 

We had our music box with us and sat beside the „Moldau“ River, to celebrated Phillips birthday. We met lots of strange people. One guitarplayer, who looked like the devil. He was praying to something and made strange noises. But when he just played the guitar he seemed quite normal.

Another guy came to us and start to speak about men and women and that women would be always under the men. We just stared at him and I sad he should not talk bullshit like that. I think he realized that we didn’t want to talk to him, so he left. Then some guy on drugs came, looking for some hold and somebody to speak to. It was not easy to convince him to go on, when we wanted to get home.  The nicest person was a homeless guy. He asked for a cigarette and we gave him two. He shared his wine with us and then just left. It was an interesting adventurely first night.