Day 2 (Evening-Night)
After our tour through Prague, we started towards our hostel with the intent of depositing our candy and excess baggage. We investigated a few shops, but mostly kept to our path. During the walk we came upon a guy with a life-size doll of an Indian woman strapped to his back. He was advertising a massage place on the second floor of the building across the street. While intriguing, we decided it was an activity to save for a future trip to Prague. Besides, my shingles were still visible, and I doubted someone would want to look at, much less touch them, and I certainly didn’t want anyone massaging the rash (OUCH). So, we continued walking in the direction of our hostel.
Before we reached the Charles Bridge, we stopped at a marionette shop so I could look at a collection of Prague’s buildings carved from wood. Like 90% of the other stores constructed for tourists, this shop had a wide variety of marionettes. Springing upon the opportunity to sell us goods, the shopkeeper and her assistant delivered an in-depth explanation about marionettes. Most marionettes found in stores are made from ceramic, and are therefore heavy, or a mixture of wood and plastic of low quality. These puppets are produced in factories, and the label “made in Prague,” placed on them for authenticity. During my trip to Prague a few years ago, I had purchased such a marionette, a Robin Hood puppet that I love. Because of this purchase, I wasn’t sure if I wanted a second puppet. However, the two women showed us marionettes that were hand-made, and told us that only marionettes with an artist’s signature were legitimate. These marionettes were made entirely from wood, lightweight, and their looks dependent upon the artist. BreAnna and I each decided to purchase a marionette. Our little marionettes are jokers, the traditional puppet, with mischievous wood faces. We both liked the black-haired version, but they only had one left since the puppets sold quickly, so I got one with brown hair. The puppets were 600 Czech crowns each (about $30), and we’re both very happy with our adorable puppets.
We continued on our walk, stopping by a stand titled “Traditional Goodies,” to purchase drinks and a bread roll with cinnamon. BreAnna and I each got a Cocobomb (hot chocolate and Baily’s Irish Cream), and Eliza got a Lomombomba (hot chocolate and rum). Then we headed back towards our hostel to relax and decide what to do for the night. After depositing our stuff in the room, we surfed the internet in search of a night time activity. Resulting sites mainly gave names of clubs, and we weren’t up for dancing. Maybe with a bigger group or a greater amount of confidence, we would have attempted a night club, but we felt it was a good night to sit and get a drink.
As we exited the hotel, three guys from our dorm also headed out. They were walking several paces behind us, and I debated asking them if they knew of a place to get a drink. Partway down the hill, I turned around and posed the question. Turns out, they didn’t know where to go either. We introduced ourselves and decided to go in search of a bar or restaurant. The only thing I knew from the internet was that there were bars near Old Town Square, so we crossed the Charles Bridge and wandered into Old Town.
Two of the guys were Italians (and I’m afraid I can’t remember their names) who were visiting Prague, but leaving the next day. The other guy was Alioune (or Al), from Paris, and was staying at the hostel temporarily while looking for a more permanent living place. In Old Town Square a group of guys advertising an Irish bar came up to us, saying there was a massive St. Patrick’s Day party that we should attend. “You should check it out, there are lots of girls!” one guy exclaimed to our group, then realizing that half our group WAS girls, suddenly announced, “Oh! And lots of guys too!” We excused ourselves, saying, “perhaps later,” intending to avoid the bar entirely.
After wandering under the Powder Tower into the more modern area of Prague, we located Applebees and decided it would be a good place for a drink. I got an Appletini cocktail, which was pretty good, even though I still have issues with the taste of alcohol. The Italian guys went to meet a friend at a casino, but Al stayed and chatted with us. After finishing our drinks, we walked back to the hostel, talked for a bit, and fell asleep.