Rocco and Piersilvio's Munich-Prague mission (act 2: Prague, history, girls and rudeness)

12.00 departure from Munich – 19.00 arrival at the Congress and Sport Hotel Olšanka in Prague as per agreements and confirmation email (location outside the centre in a squalid neighbourhood. Here a jerk-off face at reception tells us that the reservation never arrived and helps us find another place to stay. We get to the Hotel Inos around 23.00, stunning hotel, large rooms, parking with a lift under the hotel, the transport logistics are a bit far, 1 km on foot uphill to the metro and 1.5 downhill to the tram. At reception there was Pavel Nedved, a grumpy guy who didn't understand a damn thing and spoke English swallowing his words, then fortunately during the day there were various hotties at reception who anyway only spoke English. We go to eat something at a bar near the hotel.

There was a rude waitress there, but the fantastic thing we discovered right away was the medium beer costing 24 kr (1 €) and water from 33 costing 30 kr.. "Save yourselves, people, if we want to make it to the end of the week we have to cut expenses".

day of sightseeing in the city. I was expecting decay and crime as people think of Eastern European countries, but instead it seemed like being in Venice (they say that about almost every city), beautiful churches and squares with lots of tourists, controlled by plenty of police and above all cheaper (the great thing is that among the historic buildings you find loads of night clubs open 0-24 with their touts on the street). Tour of the city: stunning cobblestone surface with a clock in the centre of the city and a castle dominating the central square. Lunch in a restaurant, meat for a total of 18 € for two, drinking the usual beers. Visit of the city centre, saw loads of hotties, then we go back home to get ready for the night.

We have dinner in an old-style dive near the hotel with broken chairs and tables, an old woman with tics as the waitress and a curtain of smoke throughout the place, but excellent food. Evening started drinking in the bars of the central square and then moved on to the Duble Trouble, a disco pub nearby. The place was frequented by quite a few Italian students. There we meet two Czech girls, 32 years old (one speaks English and was perfect for Lele while the other speaks Italian "let's hope for the best") of average beauty, we chat a bit, they take us to another venue, the Bombay caffè, here we dance and talk. We talk and offer drinks so much that we even get them to sing our international songs "felicità" and "volare" (favourite singer Drupi) all this for a goal that was not achieved (we didn't get laid) "maybe my colleague could have gotten closer to the result, but he didn't".

usual wake-up for breakfast. Morning, unfortunately, got a fine at the metro station: first I was the one stopped, then Gabriele, to see what the inspector was telling me, came back and got one too (fox). Cultural day passing by the university (WLF) and a view of Charles Bridge, the usual meal at typical restaurants. The night: while we were walking through the centre we were stopped by the staff of the night club Rio and we had to go in. We censor what we saw, anyway we came out enthusiastic. Let's remember that we only went in for the philosophy that "if you go to Rome you must see the Pope and if you go to Prague you must go into the night clubs".

cultural and running day. Big walk: we went to the top of a hill on a square to see the magnificent St. Vitus Cathedral and then we climbed one of its towers. Once at the top of the tower, exhausted, we saw the immensity of Prague, a sight that is worth it. Classic meat meal, drinking only water because we couldn't drink beer anymore. In the evening, very tired, we went to the Duble Trouble. There I fell in love, with the gaze returned, with a "normal" girl accompanied by her boyfriend (I had already made up a movie in my head). Changed venue, we went to the caffè Bombay, found the previous girl alone and I ask her to dance. On the dance floor, strangely, everyone was greeting her. After a while she tells me "i like you. You like me.

I want to do sex with you but i want a little present" Answer "excuse me ciao" After this, very tired and demoralised, I convinced Lele, who wasn't tired yet, to go back to the hotel.

Cultural day spent wandering through the streets of the city and the Jewish quarter. The usual meal. Evening following the advice of gnocca travel (always right) we went to "Infinity" first to eat then to the club: never seen so many hotties together, all models 1.80 (probably escorts), there was a turnover of the girls present every hour (strange). Around 3 we changed venue and moved to the caffè Bombay, there I saw a legend (one day I'll become like him): the character was short and fat (foreign, not a southerner) in a tank top dancing and groping a 1.80 brunette top model, the whole club was frozen and cheering for him. LEGEND. On the way back at 5 in the morning (Lele was exhausted this time) we stop at a stall to eat a hot dog, there we were approached by an old woman who first asks for charity and then offers sexual services (refused any approach with the character).

We go back to the hotel.

last day. Depression, classic wake-up, breakfast. We speak in Italian with one of the girls at reception (she waited until the last day to speak Italian), we spend an hour with her talking about her whole life: music teacher, works at reception to earn a bit of money during the holidays, 25 years old and other crap to make us irritated that we waited until the last day to speak Italian. Whole day dedicated to spending the remaining Czech money: big lunch in a central restaurant, cocktail in the bar in the city centre (everything cost 6 times more than elsewhere but it felt like being in San Marco), gifts and little presents for home. Evening: dinner at the usual hovel near the hotel. Then a quiet night in a pub in the centre to drink the last beer of Prague and see the classic very rude Prague waitress. Back to the hotel and end of the story.

Left Prague around 11 and back home, did these 10 hours of driving (three by me, the rest by Lele) and the next day, fresh as a daisy, straight to work.

Sorry for the unusual story for travel accounts, the Italian, the "forgettings" and any censorships. Have a look at the last photo dedicated to Paolo, a friend who can no longer go on holiday with us......