Kim, Lara, Keith & I headed out for our rafting trip down the Vltava. We found the shop, paid up and waited for the man who looks like a telephone box to turn up. Eventually he did, looking a lot less like a telephone box than I had imagined, but not far off.

After a 5 minute minibus ride we were dumped at the side of the river outside of town, with some oars, a raft, a waterproof barrel and not a clue what we were doing.

The funniest 4 hour rafting trip I think I will ever go on ensued. We stopped halfway for a beer and a sausage. Other sights included, Pocahontas but a dude, Sex on the plazi, and other general short bus moments.

We walked back up to the castle and the gardens. Ran from the whistle blowing garden police, and saw the very sad looking bears under the castle's bridge. At least the king of Prague wasn't there to shoot them from his bedroom window, 'what a w***er.'

We went to the tea shop about half hour before closing, much to the dismay of the dreadlocked tea man, for tea and shisha. Before moving onto the only place in town open after midnight. Where we met the locals....

Meet the locals
This activity is most definately best done in the company of fellow travellers. Preferably of the austalian, welsh, Scottish and American variety. This will provide enough cultural cliches, accents and home-stories to help the laughs along. Add to the mix a venue (travellers hostel, only place open past 12), a few local drunks (bonus points for one that looks Mexican, has a lazy eye, handcuff nipple ring and occasionally whips out a rather threatening butter knife from his bum belt), a sleazy feral biker (date rape 101, don't take drinks from strangers. Instead, give them to the welsh guy.) and 'Taah Daaaa!' you've got yourself a magical cesky experience.