S.J.H (Diary version) 16th June 2004

Still in Prague and S.J.H has now fallen asleep, she has a premenstrual belly and I have much discovered about my friend since being on this trip.  She is a meticulous planner but anally careful and i’m a chaotic impulsive disorganiser deciding things at the last minute.

She prefers not to be rushed and take-up to an hour getting ready, she is selective on where she eats and as i have found had a carefully decided idea on what and where is good as for as refined and cool existed hidden in the recommended vocabulary.

She is fun with no sexual inhibitions, assertive and wants to be right all the time.  She is in fact a little madam as I once was.  But I cannot help but feel our friendship chemistry has changed a little somewhat.  Not as close as we were, she seems less warm towards me or maybe she is just reflecting off me or am I being paranoid, but something has changed and I am yet to put my finger on it

Pragueski (Diary version) 13th June 2004

A city funky by day, romantic at night.  A deceptive city to look at, with a vastness so wide yet it’s a city so small that in two days we had virtually covered the whole city by foot.  Back streets in the little quarter triggered our vampirish imagination, it had a sense of chic Russian goth that tickled and tantalised the hairs on my neck.  Prague, castle extraordinaire plays tricks with one’s eye at certain angles can be deceptive and has an almost certain optical illusion that gave a one dimensional feel rather than a three dimensional building.  It’s goth turrets giving the illusions away and it’s realism against the texture of the palace that surrounds it.

We sat on the steps facing the castle with the sun glinting off the castle into our eyes transporting us back to an era in the large courtyard.  We discovered Golden lane but appropriately named it munchkinvilleski, colourful and quaint.

Malar or as we name it CandyBarSka has a feel for Czechaslovakian Pippas, within 4 minutes of walking in we had been pulled.

It’s nice to be able to have a conversation when we meet a fellow english speaker.  The Irish man and the two guys from Brighton tourists and keen.  Would I come again?  Of course there was much I hadn’t discovered, everything user friendly and certainly price friendly.  This trip is a funky visit with a friend, the next possibly a romantic one, maybe, maybe just a shopping one.  Who knows….  only the future knows….