ok so I'm still in cesky kromluv even though i was supposed to leave like 3 days ago. Its just so chill, so relaxed, u dont even have to check out till 11 which is like un heard of in european hostels. So I know i havent written alot, and there are a few reasons. I will now tell them to you so as not to keep them secret.
One it costs money, not like aot of money, but a lot of money for czech. Its weird cuz a meal here will cost ya about 5 bucks, and we are talking a huge meal. But "i cant be bothered" (thats an english phrase) to pay that much for a full meal cuz this is czech republika and shit is cheap here, so if my coke costs more than 50 cents at a restaurant, i sit and wonder if maybe im paying too much. Uh other reasons, somehow the day goes really slow, but i cant find the time to use the internet, write in my journal or draw, which pisses me off, but some how makes sense at the end of the day. um also im not sure if i really have anything to say, and i cant formulate things too well so i just dont write, i tell everything i need to say to my parents and then figure its already been said and seems boring even though no one else has heard it. God i must not ake sense to yall.
So i guess it it story time. So heres some stories.
yesterday i got news that in this town of 15 thousand somehow some backpacker had gotten drunk or drugged, and mugged and left naked in the town square where the police station is, this guy was then taken to the hospital and the hospital called a couple hostels to figure out and piece together his story. The guy was ok but kinda messed up and had no proof of id or anything. So yesterday i get told it might be someone i know, (like a person i had met) and i as supposed to go help him, but when i talked to the lady who had gotten the phone call, none of the names sounded familiar and i had no clue who it was. In the end the hostel he was staying at apparently will take care of him
hmm what else, what have i shared about cesky kromluv? (this time is gonna cost me 3 bucks at least by the way, thats like a meal or 2)
uh the place is very fairy tale-ish or something. Very beautiful, very old. There is like a law against building new buildings within the main town, which pisses off the residents. In the summer it is a total tourist fest but righ now its like chill time, and pretty damn cold.
There was a flood here a few months ago, the water got to be about 2.5 meters above the normal river level, and u can walk around and see high water marks. It really messed up the town but brought them together as well, and even now u can see repairs being made everyday. (of course they are only allowed to use certain materials to keep it old looking)
Every night the backpackers go from bar to bar drinking and yappng and causing a scene. My friend scott, an english guy who swore he was in love for the first time last week in prague(where i met him) has been on a 3 days shag fest (with a different girl) at one of the hostels here. They were causing so much disturbance that the management asked some other backpackers to change rooms because they wanted them out of the dormitory room, because it was causing too much embarrassment.
hmm what else. I really dont know what to tell ya, what would seem interesting. So much goes on but a lot of it is boring.
There is this group of kids, 6 of em, and they were al traveling individually but for the past month of s they have all been together, and now they are supposed to be going their separate ways but every night they just buy several bottles of wine and have a party so they dont feel like leaving in the morning and miss their trains/busses out. Anyway though that means u got like 25 back packers partying, plus the hostel staffs, plus the cool locals, and it just becomes mass hysteria each night. guitar sing alongs at 5 am, drunk as shit and screaming at the top of your lungs. (not me of course)
Uh what can i say, australian men tend to give bad impressions of australia, they make it seem like there is only 6 things to do there; drink, play pool, surf, foot ball, rugby and well "rooting" as they say.
A good deal of these travelers seems to follow buddhist, or taoist fundamentals, which makes sense, its hard to live day to day without believing in the natural flow of life, the natural courses f things. without faith in the "everything is gonna be all right" deal u feel like shit most days. and to tell the truth the longer u are on the path the more it makes sense. The more people i meet the more i believe god (life love the world) is looking out for me. People got your back, theres a reason ur meeting em, maybe they challenge u, maybe they help or support u, maybe they will help u reevaluate, maybe they will bring u down, or up to a point where u can see things a bit clearer. Its all good.
But it is hard traveling alone, and those who do, seem to either be real real defensive or real real open, and i hope i can maintain some openness.
Its amazing the people u meet, so much variety under a roof, under a sky. Thinking gets u real fucked up but it gets u real good either way. some people go insane, some find themselves, some find others, some find life, some find love, some find god. Some sit around all day and drink all night and some go to museums and galleries, and somehow at the end of the day most of us come together to realize the same things. i dont know what the future holds, its scary, its ok.
I will share much with yall later, and u wont find it interesting but we are all kind of ego maniacs and like to share our stories so just u wait.
If u want a postcard, (it will be cheap, ugly, and wont have anything decent written on the back) but if u want one make sure to send me your addresses via e mail.( oh and it will get to you like 3 weeks, after i write it)
Um i catch ya later k?
enjoy yourselves and someone else. And please keep writing me, and sending me shit feel free to do that anytime, i enjoy it mucho. (i probably forgot to tell half the stories i was gonna ut its ok tis all good no?) peace and love miss yall taff
ps i woke up this morning singing "lean on me" so yeah thats why i am thinking this way, im gonna hook up with my brother sometime in the future, that will be good. I miss them. I keep telling people about my friends and family. I get huge smiles on my face. Sometimes it hurts to remember things, sometimes that pain feels real good. I will be back soon enough looking forward to seein yall.
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