Well, the sickness has set upon me. It is without a doubt a result of the creepy guy in the lobby referenced in the last post. He would cough and sneeze constantly, without covering his mouth and without regard for anything. I am convinced that, had he not kept me up with his outrageous snoring, he would’ve sneezed ON me. Definitely in the top three worst people I’ve encountered so far.

I escaped Berlin after meeting up with my Dad, who is here now for Oktoberfest. He decided it would be a good idea to book a manual rental car, which I have issues with, namely, I can’t drive them. So he thought this would be a good “trial by fire” sort of experience. On the Autobahn. Where people speed by you at literally 160 MPH. Here’s a picture of me enjoying my time learning how to drive the car equivalent of a pager:

We went to Weimar, site of the Buchenwald concentration camp. Extremely chilling. I have no commentary other than that. Let’s move on to Prague.

We got into Prague around 9:30pm. We decided to go down to this beer garden place that has been there since fuckin’ 1499. What have we ever done? That’s right. Nothing. We asked to see a menu. Turns out the word “menu” in Czech means “kind of assholey waiters rattling off a few dishes from memory.” They brought me this:

That is a piece of pretzel bread, 2 sausages, some horseradish, and a side of coleslaw. It went well when paired with this:

The beer here already smokes anything I’ve had in Germany. The dark stuff is essentially unavailable in Berlin, from what I gather. This was a joyous event. We decided to walk around all day today, and god DAMN is Prague a nice city. Other than the reminders of its communist history, it has a charming skyline, tons of awesome architecture, and beautiful rivers. The alleyways throughout the city are narrow as hell, too. If I don’t see Vin Diesel or Mark “Mahk” Wahlberg involved in a car chase, or taking a jet ski off of this ramp and over this bridge…

…I will be extremely disappointed.

Got into my first cab of the trip. Genuine fear as the driver ignored every posted traffic sign and pedestrian crossing the street. Apparently it’s “all good” if you hit and kill someone, because he was drumming his fingers to Katy Perry’s (sadly, the second KP reference on this blog) “T.G.I.F.” as he narrowly dodged both trains and people alike. We got out though, and were greeted with this:

Well, sure. But, I mean, c’mon.

It’s dinner time now, which means I’ll probably treat myself to some sausage with coleslaw, horseradish, and pretzel bread. Similar to the meal I had last night? YOU BET. Do I have many alternatives? NOT THAT I KNOW OF.

Oh, hey, yeah. All joking and everything aside, Georgia fucked up. And I’ll miss you, R.E.M.

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