As it turns out, it's difficult to keep up the momentum on a two month trip. It gets hard wondering around an unfamiliar city trying to find new things to do every day. This became apparent to both of us in Prague. It was a beautiful city, and while we might not have partied as hard as other tourists, we still enjoyed our stay. Admittedly, we spent a lot of time in our hostel. With live music coming in from the window, and a gorgeous view of the city below, it was hard to leave. We left for food. We left to lay in the grass next to a river. We left to see Mad Max. But we spent more time in our Prague hostel than any other hostel so far. In our defense, neither of us were feeling too well. And our hostel was a good one... for the most part.
The live classical music that floated it's way into our third story room from the streets below was often interrupted by grown men screaming at the top of their lungs. We were never too sure what they were screaming about. Some sport thing maybe. Our private room was right across from a 12-bed room filled with Irish men on a 48 hour bachelor party binge. We didn't get much sleep the night of Kaylea's birthday (Get your mind out of the gutter.) and neither did our neighbors. Our sleep was constantly interrupted by Irishmen drunkenly trying to enter our room, occasional shouting followed by loud shushes, and the sounds of vomit right outside our door. When we finally woke up the next morning, there was a man sleeping on the couch in the common area with a trash can next to his face. It was hard to tell if he was breathing, and the entire room smelled of axe body spray. We saw the man from the couch later that day, alive and well. He was very apologetic, and promised a much quieter night. He didn't keep his promise. There was a small man dressed head to toe in leather. Kaylea saw some guys butt. But the last straw, the final stroke, the thing that made us question out faith in humanity, was that they stole our milk. Kaylea and I contemplated how we would ruin their lives for almost a day. It brought us closer together.
Starting to feel pent up, we needed to do something cool before we left. We found an "escape room" called "The Chamber" online the night before, and decided it might be fun. The next day, we woke up, packed up, locked our stuff up with the dude at reception, and headed out for breakfast. Then, we made our way to a small apartment building with "The Chamber" written above one of the doorbells. We rang it, but no answer. We were about 20 minutes early. We called the number on the website, and were told someone would come down to get us at exactly 11:30. 20 minutes later, we were met by a woman who brought us into a small apartment. There was a receptionists desk, a water cooler, and large door to the puzzle room we had to get out of. The woman explained the rules. We had 1 hour to hunt for clues that would lead to our escape and uncover the secret of a Czech traveler from the early 1900's. We walked into the room, and it was decorated like an office from 100 years ago. It was awesome! There were secret doors, combination locks, and holes in the wall behind picture frames. It was kind of like a murder mystery thing. We were into it. We were 6 minutes over time, but we were proud of ourselves for first-timers.
After the Chamber, we decided to get some lunch before our train. But we hadn't properly taken the long walk to the train station into account. It was a 20 minute dash up a large hill to the station. When we got there we had 4 minutes to find our train. As soon as we found it, the doors started to shut. Kaylea forced them open, and we made it to the first open seats we could find. We were drenched in sweat, and our legs were burning, but we were on the right train. Once we got comfortable, and relaxed, it was a nice easy, uneventful ride to Vienna, except for that old sexist woman. But that's a story for another time.
Night everyone!
The live classical music that floated it's way into our third story room from the streets below was often interrupted by grown men screaming at the top of their lungs. We were never too sure what they were screaming about. Some sport thing maybe. Our private room was right across from a 12-bed room filled with Irish men on a 48 hour bachelor party binge. We didn't get much sleep the night of Kaylea's birthday (Get your mind out of the gutter.) and neither did our neighbors. Our sleep was constantly interrupted by Irishmen drunkenly trying to enter our room, occasional shouting followed by loud shushes, and the sounds of vomit right outside our door. When we finally woke up the next morning, there was a man sleeping on the couch in the common area with a trash can next to his face. It was hard to tell if he was breathing, and the entire room smelled of axe body spray. We saw the man from the couch later that day, alive and well. He was very apologetic, and promised a much quieter night. He didn't keep his promise. There was a small man dressed head to toe in leather. Kaylea saw some guys butt. But the last straw, the final stroke, the thing that made us question out faith in humanity, was that they stole our milk. Kaylea and I contemplated how we would ruin their lives for almost a day. It brought us closer together.
Starting to feel pent up, we needed to do something cool before we left. We found an "escape room" called "The Chamber" online the night before, and decided it might be fun. The next day, we woke up, packed up, locked our stuff up with the dude at reception, and headed out for breakfast. Then, we made our way to a small apartment building with "The Chamber" written above one of the doorbells. We rang it, but no answer. We were about 20 minutes early. We called the number on the website, and were told someone would come down to get us at exactly 11:30. 20 minutes later, we were met by a woman who brought us into a small apartment. There was a receptionists desk, a water cooler, and large door to the puzzle room we had to get out of. The woman explained the rules. We had 1 hour to hunt for clues that would lead to our escape and uncover the secret of a Czech traveler from the early 1900's. We walked into the room, and it was decorated like an office from 100 years ago. It was awesome! There were secret doors, combination locks, and holes in the wall behind picture frames. It was kind of like a murder mystery thing. We were into it. We were 6 minutes over time, but we were proud of ourselves for first-timers.
After the Chamber, we decided to get some lunch before our train. But we hadn't properly taken the long walk to the train station into account. It was a 20 minute dash up a large hill to the station. When we got there we had 4 minutes to find our train. As soon as we found it, the doors started to shut. Kaylea forced them open, and we made it to the first open seats we could find. We were drenched in sweat, and our legs were burning, but we were on the right train. Once we got comfortable, and relaxed, it was a nice easy, uneventful ride to Vienna, except for that old sexist woman. But that's a story for another time.
Night everyone!
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