Things are getting a little unusual out here in Eastern Europe. I didn't mention the ambulance sirens and train noises in Budapest that sound like spaceship fire from 1980's computer games. My first night in Krakow there was someone running around in a Chewbacca outfit while people played table tennis and had roller blade races in the main square. I thought, I don't need to mention every little weird thing - just accept the differences. Then I hit Prague and it just took the cake. I did my usual thing when I first hit a big city, that being I wander round the sights the long way, going down side streets and alleyways in an attempt to see the real side of the city. And boy did I get it today. I head up on a hillside to get a good view of the city and I come across a lion statue. Not that unusual, they love lions around this part of Europe. Only this one is dressed in an astronauts outfit. Later on I'm still wandering the streets and come across more statues. This time is two full size anatomically guys, urinating into a pond. Again not unheard of, however in addition to this their hips rotated left and right and their penises moved up and down, I guess they were writing their names (the worldwide fascination with the phallus is worth a blog all of its own). OK, so this is becoming a little more disturbing - then it gets worse. I've ordered a hamburger from a stand for lunch and a drunk, balding, unconvincing drag queen turns up and starts cracking onto me. She shakes my hand and doesn't let go (man hands, grip like a vice) and tries to pull me in for the Euro cheek kiss rubbish. Surprisingly I don't go for it - there was so much face makeup I would have suffocated. She doesn't release her grip and continues to talk to me. Problem is, I couldn't tell if she was talking in Czech or English cause her accent was so thick and her words were so slurred. My burger finally appears (I think the women at the stall were taking their time cause they were laughing at me), and I make my getaway. So yeah, Prague's a little different. I'm deciding whether to go to the Museum of Medieval Torture Instruments or the Sex Machine Museum - I'll keep y'all posted.