Prague Day #1, continued

When we arrive home that night, tired and confused, we finally have a flatmate and he's American, to our relief. Bobby hails from both San Francisco and Hawaii, a bi-product of 20 years of island fever and 7 years of traveling based out of San Francisco. He also spent a year in Arcata, so we connect. He tells us about the bar that he's gone to the past nights, and somehow convinces us to go there. I hate bars. This place is some hippies LSD fueled artistic orgasm. It fuses metal with glass, but with a flare of mechanic's touch and too many scenes of Labyrinth. Maybe he had a thing for chicks that look lost... I digress. The walls are decorated with gears and pipes, chains and levers, destroyed and recreated in the twisted vision of the designer's pleasure. The halls go two places and then dead end. There are stairs that lead to platforms that pinnacle only to begin another descent or ascent into the unknown. I will tell you the exact words that came out of my mouth- "this place would be a nightmare when you're drunk". Becki looked at me and we had a real good laugh at that. I was on my best behavior from there on. After a couple of beers we took our place on walkways that lined each of the 3 lounge rooms scattered on the 1st floor. The walkways were more like rafters, but the low seating allowed for headroom, although I noticed Bobby stooping as we conversed about our love for the artist's work. After a few beers, and maybe some trance music, we head back to the hostel finally to lay our heads down. As we walk, Bobby divulges his plans for the next day. It involves a train to a bone chapel. Without question, we excitedly agree... here we go!

Cheers, Sam and Becki