...to open jars of pickles.
The annoying Brazilians are our new room mates, gained last night, just after Soph and I had gone to bed. They didn't have much respect for sleeping people. I think they can be summed up by the fact that one of them just walked by wearing a jacket with no shirt. Though maybe thats a little unfair, a couple of them seem alright, and they did open the pickles.
We started today with the Museum of Communism, which was fantastic because it was just so DIY. Also despite the DIY nature, and the occassional grammar/spelling mistake (Bertrand Russell became Bernard Russell), it was actually very informative.
We came home for lunch and after that had plans to wander up to an exhibition of Czech 20th century artists, but after wandering with resonable success - I managed to pick up a tshirt for the brother, and a piece of amber to get a chain for and turn into a necklace as part of my parental supported birthday present, and stumbling across a real marionette store - we tried to locate where we were actually going. Soph managed that, I just got slightly confused. When we found the right street we couldn't find the gallery. I assume I put down the wrong address or something. It wasn't a total disaster though, we enjoyed wandering through Prague, its a very easy city to waste a couple of hours wandering. Someone asked me how to get Old Town Square. I couldn't tell him, we just head off down a street and end up there at some point. We even found the Jewish cemetery again after thinking we'd passed it and deciding to just head home. Unfortunately its minimum 12 euros to see the museum and cemetery, you can't just see the cemetery, and we're feeling a little over done with the Jewish attractions after Berlin. We found a little door in the back wall though, so managed to get a bit of a look, and some photos.
Oh that was something I forgot to write about yesterday, the police in ski masks. We were walking up to collect our laundry and I noticed a man wearing a ski mask and thought 'thats odd, a bit open for a robber' and then the guy behind him turned around and had policie written on his back. There were a group of maybe 10 of them, all hanging around with ski masks on, looking rather intimidating. A case of put your head down and keep walking, don't do anything that could be perceived as dodgy. Though their interest in a couple of girls from NZ would have been zero I'm sure.
In our travels today I've noticed bars advertising the UEFA final, so tonight we're going to try and find a spot in our local bar and see if we can watch at least part of the game. It'll be strange watching it at night rather than 6.30 in the morning.
3 weeks since we left home. It feels longer. But tomorrow we'll be a third of the way through our trip! If we can just get a few last things booked I'll fell a lot safer, however we've at least got the worst things booked, Paris, Munich, London, and flights from Paris to Dublin.
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