The 'drews 2, Europe 0

We've had an epic few days since we left Berlin for Prague. Here are some of the PG-13 photos.

"Look at all this floor-space! So much room for activities! We can do aerobics..." 

German countryside.

The train ride made us thirsty.

Our "booth-mates" confirmed every stereotype we heard about Prague. Gorgeous women, ugly men.

Peach Lake, Czech Republic.

This was moments after we received 800 Koruna tickets for not "validating" our subway tickets. We actually heard the cop use a word that sounded way too much like "prison" for our liking. Frandrew was not pleased. How do you think the cop knew he was a tourist and therefore an easy target?  Was it the New York Giants/Rambling House T-shirt, the monstrous backpack, or the beer in his hand?

Drinking on the street in front of the police station will always be cool.  The police station was conveniently right across the street from our hostel so we knew where to look for each other if we ever got separated.

The best way to forget about our tickets.

The beer was sacrilicious.

Eastern European food sucks.

Our Swedish friend, Tony.  He taught us how to navigate Prague. "F*ck taxis! We're European, we walk!"

Kendrew had an affinity for all the women of Prague. Here he is with one of his many future wives.

We went to the Museum of Beer and couldn't leave before we tried all 30 varieties.

No, really.

A Swede and an American singing songs from The Sound of Music in the Czech Republic. Um, what?

Old Prague Square.

The 'drews drunk in Old Prague Square

Frandrew doing Frandrew things.

We woke up and couldn't find our keys. At least all of our valuables were locked up safely.

After getting about three hours of sleep, we were forced to leave the hostel until they switched our rooms. It's okay, we found ways to pass the time.

 

The worst beer we've ever tasted. And probably the first beer we've ever dumped on the street.

Old Reliable. Budvar, Czech for Budweiser.

This was a lot funnier after several Budvars.

Posting up, drinking a few brews on the Charles Bridge.

Sir Kendrew.

Sir Frandrew the Constipated.

Trying to steal the shield.

Frandrew and his fellow peasants.

Kendrew wearing the peasant's hood, and getting creepy with the peasant's wife.

Old Town Prague.

Pretty sure this is exactly how "Hostel" started.

Probably the coolest city we have ever seen at night.

We reunited with Adam and Susie, our friends from Berlin.

Another wife!

Frandrew saw a Czech guy walking around with his shirt off. When in Prague...

Travelled halfway around the world to meet Jared, who went to the same high school as Kerry, Frandrew's fiancée. Go Lake Zurich Bears!

Second day in a row we partied straight through the night to watch the sun rise on the Charles Bridge.

End of the "night"

The oldest currently-working astronomical clock.

Frandrew spent all his money at the Museum of Beer. Luckily, he remembered how real Czech beggars beg.

We helped sing "Happy Birthday" to a really drunk girl at 7am. And we mean really drunk. She face-planted twice before being carried home.

Frandrew may be making the rest of his journey alone, because Kendrew doesn't want to leave Prague.