Huzzah! I am finally catching up. Here is the entry I wrote on the drive between Prague and Munich.

SNOW! About half an hour after I stopped writing last time we crossed the Czech border and suddenly the ground was white. It was stunning. Suddenly Europe had stopped being disappointing and life was worth living again. In Prague proper it wasn’t really on the ground so much as scraped into giant piles of gross brown and grey icy shit, but the point is that it’s snow. The rest is detail.

I had been really excited about getting into Prague, everyone I know who had been there had really talked it up. It’s strange though, I’m left feeling a little bit cold about the place (not just in temperature). I LOVED the Netherlands. Like, move there, wear clogs, marry a Dutchman and live in a windmill kind of loved. Berlin was incredible, I couldn’t get enough of the city and there was not even nearly enough time to see everything I wanted to get to. Prague was fun, but I didn’t really get any urge to learn Czech and eat goulash.

The first night there (I have no idea what day it was) we went out to a couple of clubs and bars and it was a brilliant chance to get to know some of the other kids. Before that night I was feeling a little indifferent about a lot of people, but the night out changed my opinion. It was just random, ridiculous times. I got hit on by a singer in one of the bars, he had the most adorable dimples I’ve ever seen, and he was from Pennsylvania, but it turned out he had an ex-wife in Melbourne, and in the end I left the bar before he finished his set and as such clearly nothing came of it. Annaleis and I got ourselves mildly lost on the walk home and spent the next three hours talking total crap. We made it home no worries though. 

Meanwhile, I’ve realised that my hair is starting to form some really scary natural dreadies. All of you should well know that my hair is far from the type that should be forming any variety of natural dreadlock. It’s so painfully dry in some places that every time it dries after it has been washed it forms about eight separate, perfectly formed dreadlocks. Yes, that’s manky, but it’s not because it’s not clean. I really don't know what to do with it.

Next morning, there was a walking tour through Prague, involved many a castle, statue and hill. The crazy guide seemed to think it appropriate to be wandering around in snowy Prague in tights and a mini skirt. the Czechs are nuts. The city is amazingly beautiful, though. All the random history is fun and interesting, as well, but I wasnàt exactly blown away by it all. Going up the tower in the old square was fun, and the views over the town were spectacular.

I finally managed to replace my lost camera battery, after a significant level of pain. The night before I had been down to a camera store and some lovely Czech man managed to find a generic battery that would fit my camera and it all seemed pretty peachy. (After about four other stores told me that they didn’t stock Kodak stuff and that I pretty much had no hope) The battery fit the camera, but when I got it home I found it didnàt fit the charger. So after some further cursing (I went through a torrent of self-abuse in Berlin when I realised I didn’t have the battery) I decided Iàd go back to the shop and pick up a charger. You’d think that would be relatively easy - you buy a rechargeable battery from a store, you would think that said store would also sell a charger for the rechargeable batteries you have just bought. Not in the Czech Republic, apparently. I went back, asked the nice Czech man if he had a battery charger for the battery he sold me, he wandered around having a look, speaking Czech for about fifteen minutes and tell told me he doesnàt have a charger to the battery, but in his other store, on the other side of Prague, he has one. So he writes down some address (in Czech) and gives me little more than a number and a vague description of the shopfront to work with, and sends me on my way. So I headed back to the hotel to pick up a map (which after everything didn’t have a grid...what good is that?) and to look up where I needed to be. No index, of course, so I was going with a lucky break. I looked it up online, and was told that the street I was after didn’t exist. It was only luck that I found it on the map whilst scanning it. It was only about a 20min walk from the hotel. I found the store, and the nice man only spoke Czech, and I only spoke English, so we faced something of an issue (after all, slow Czech is still Czech). After some impressive charades on both ends, we worked out where we needed to be and he helped me out very nicely. He found me a charger, and an adapter and I bought them and all was well. It only ended up being an approximately $100AUD screw up.

We had a spectacular dinner last night in a restaurant on top of a building, qith incredible views over Prague. Rude waiter, but amazing food. Crashed out early, but slept strangely. I think I had a dream about Elton John and Puff Daddy.

We’re stopping in Dauchau on the way to Munich, which will be good. I didn’t think I would make it to a concentration camp. It’s a lovely afternoon for depressing ourselves.

More snow would be nice...It’s been thinning out.