We left ridiculously early for the train to Munich, successfully switched on a train bound for Prague. Our compartment reminds me of Harry Potter, as if I were bound for Hogwarts. However, I have yet to see any chocolate frogs, Bertie Botts every flavour beans, or butterbeer on the train. How sad!
Yep. A large group of German guys boarded the train and took over the aisles. There's lots of beer, loud music, and the bachelor is dressed in lederhosen, leg warmers, and a funny hat. The guy is getting married in 2 weeks, and they're celebrating with a trip to Prague to watch the world cup game (Germany vs. Argentina). The whole scenario is hilarious to watch. Although, I just witnessed the groom-to-be snort some cocaine. No kidding!
So what's the most sensible thing to do? Buy the guy and some others a shot from the drink cart! Kristin and I toasted them (prost!) and made a little small talk. We also enjoyed a couple of beers with them (at 10:45am) before we went back to reading, while they set about finding a couple of girls to sign their names on the butt cheeks of the bachelor. Since then, it's just been more music, beer, and many rounds of cheering, chanting, and merriment. :)
the stag party bachelor