Prague - why does everything smell like feet?

It was so sad to leave our Berlin hostel Eastseven, with it's cosy beds, the random women cooking cauldrons of foil and potatoes in the communal kitchen, the 1 euro coffee/beer and the recognisable faces everywhere you went. Instead we had to trade it all in for a train carriage that smelt like Amber's questionable cheese sandwich, and a smelly room in a multistory hostel filled to the brim with Australian coachtrips. Tired from doing absolutely nothing all day on a train, we stayed in to watch the olympic opening ceremony in the hostel bar, Amb nearly in tears when the Peter Pan music started and Han wearing her homemade 'Brit glasses'. In a rare moment of monarchist patriotism, we all cheered on the
queen at every mention.

After staring at the tram timetable for a full five minutes and finally accepting that we'd never be able to read Czech, we stepped onto a tram that took us 10 metres from where we started. Assuming it was some sort of malfunction, we caught the same tram 15 minutes later, and naturally ended up 10 metres away yet again, having to shamefully walk back to the tram stop where the locals were clearly judging our every step. When we finally got into Prague town we realised how out of tune we were with the days and tried to visit the Jewish quarter on the Sabbath day... 

The Warrington boys, that we'd met earlier on the trip (minus James and the Giant Peach), had gone from the railroad club in Berlin pretty much straight to Prague (albeit with an early-morning, sleep-deprived, game of football in between) and so when we got there, we went out to meet them. Picking up Sam, Aidan and Murdoch on our way after finding them wandering around in the reception of our hostel, we went to the bar to cheer on Aidan's cousin in the Olympics and check that the Warrington boys had had at least some sleep since the last time we saw them. Whilst Han showed the boys pictures of her niece and nephew, I attempted to smuggle everyone free drinks, and eventually we moved on to other nameless places including one that had an underground floor playing Diana Ross and Stevie Wonder.

The next day we went to the oldest beer cellar in the world, complete with freaky stuffed bears and rifles lining the walls, and ate our weight in roasts, proving to ourselves once again that we weren't managing the 'budget holiday' we had promised. In the evening we went to a lovely riverside place recommended by the Warringtons. It even had a ballet balanced on a river-stage playing an intriguing mix of Carmen, Hotel California and a good old bit of MJ.

Our good luck continuing, we missed our morning tour, but un-deterred we went to find the Prague castle ourselves. After wandering around some sort of grand village, trying to find it, we only realised that we were in fact in the castle when our queries as to its whereabouts were met with blank faces from the guards .  We ended up on the afternoon tour and our plans to ditch it for some segways were crushed by the 2000kr price tag. However, our tourguide Karel took us all over the city, most of which we hadn't even realised was there. He carried a strange assortment of music projected from his ipod including a range of creepy sound effects: including a fox yelping and some rather worrying screaming. Alongside this was the backdrop some Czech locals (and a dog) having a bit of a domestic in the street - lots of spitting and screaming when Karel was trying to point out the last standing place that Mozart performed. Prague also has a 'Museum of Communism', ironically situated between two pillars of capitalism - McDonalds and a Casino, and delightfully advertised by a Russian doll with a vampire's face. We saw the astronomical clock - complete with Skeleton who yells 'you're all going to die!' and townspeople who say 'no we're not!' We finally got to see the Jewish quarter, steeped in history: once used to protect people, during another time to imprison them.