...to my room

 i was so excited i got it all to myself. so i went exploring and came back and their was two stinky sailors (or truck drivers who might as well be sailors) came to break my fantasy.  my only savior was sergio.  i later learned he was from st. petersburg and he just came back from a trip to germany to buy a vw pasat (it was cheaper and in better condition to ship it back then to buy it in russia. a good note for the future).  and we became fairy tale friends. not really. he just shared a bottle of whiskey with me. and for all those who just think russian drink vodka (dad). they don't.

...das boot

...uh, that's interesting

...to Jewish memorial

...to the boat hostel

Goodbye Prague... Hello Berlin

...to the opening. Hence, the gang.

...to george's makeshift gallery to set up

...bone crushing

...on a glimpse

...to the most fabulous drag queen show

...into the rainbow

...into cubism

...to the train station (i'm going out of order in prague)

...opps, I forgot

...for time (prague)

...art nouveau (prague)

...stair climbing (prague)

...to my window (prague)

...to the chapel