Backpacking (Central/Eastern) Europe

Arriving into Kutna Hora, we walked with a group of Asian tourists that apparently knew how to get there, to the Kostnice-- or Ossuary-- also known as the "Bone Chilling Chapel".

The church, with its array of 40,000 skulls and bones arranged without anything holding them in place was surreal and amazing to behold.

Being inside the ossuary wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I kept repeating to myself that all the bones and skeletons we saw were in fact real, even if they did seem fake-looking, and at times, resembling props from a theme park.

But, I knew better.

I just wondered at how crazy someone had to be to conjure up the idea of making "artwork" out of human remains!

Some very cool artwork indeed!

I never thought I'd miss American food so much....

5 minutes later...

After the Ossuary, finishing a scrumptious meal of steak, eggs, ham, bacon, and potato pancakes, we were ready for the Prague crawl!

*Largest pub crawl by far
*Featuring me (and bum) on the UK Bravo channel
*3 pubs
*"I never"
*Irish guy's hairy 'arse'
*Guides ditching us in the middle of nowhere-- this is getting to be old!
*Doner guy laughing at us
*The Hen Party
*Free drinks!

We instantly bonded with Stacey and Chris.

While on our pub crawl, a hen party joined us!

So as I was heading out the door, this guy (bald guy below) calls me over to the table with his friends. Anyways, he starts telling me how pretty I am, etc, etc and I'm laughing and joking around with him, and then I whisper to him, "Hey, you know who I have a crush on?"

"Who?" he asks.

I tell him I have a crush on the camera guy.

He goes, "Oh really? Yea, isn't he hot? He's actually my boyfriend!"

I looked at him, first of all, trying to detect any signs of 1) his facial gestures to indicate he was joking and 2) any sings of gayness emanating from him.

"No, you're lying!" I said.

But, he pulls out his phone and shows me text messages from Marc. We both laughed about it and he brought me over to his boyfriend, Marc. Marc proceeds to capture several seconds of me on his camera, while I turned around and did a dance. Oh god, I hope they don't show that footage on UK Bravo.

So, they took us to the last club in these tiny little vans...

then left us there to die! (or find our way back home)