We all taught our first classes this afternoon. Some of us decided to head out and celebrate a little, and it proved a fine chance to get to know each other a little better.
Prague is beautiful.
There’s so little police presence in Prague, I don’t think I’ve actually seen any yet. It makes travelling about the streets and metro much more relaxing with a beer. Then again, I can’t even imagine it being a problem? At least, no one appears to care…
I’ve already mentioned that the beers cheap. It’s actually nice, too. I’m not a beer drinker and I’ve lost count of how much I’ve consumed.
Evenings like tonight, you notice you’re the only Englishman around. The impressions came thick and fast.
Mez actually does a pretty great impression, and I guess Dan’s ain’t too bad either. Between them, they’ve got the upper-class and thug-life covered.
Everyone is easy to get along with. Here’s my flat mate, Matt. At some point in the night he approached a group of girls and attempted to pass off a fucking Scottish accent. Why? I don’t know, he’s from California, and while what he was saying didn’t sound remotely Scottish, I admired his enthusiasm.