Recently it occurred to me... I didn’t do a review of my Stag Do in Prague, so here it is.
Guests arrived at my house around 8.30AM, as predicted Cid (and Barri) arrived last, Maddy enjoyed the attention.
We had originally booked a mini bus via Roy’s Travel however a mini bus with “Mike’s” written on the side turned up, we all piled on and set off for Bristol, the ride was pretty uneventful, Dale was being a cock and had the one of the few seats next a window that opened and refused to open the window more than an inch which resulted in me feeling hot, I really wished I’d packed some beer for the trip down to Bristol, it would have been a cracking way to start the stag do, however my main concern was burn out, I know from other stag do’s that drinking so early on day one can be punishing... and I’m a bit of a wimp... old before my time.
I’d pre-printed everyone’s boarding passes so checking in was simple, Dale... being Dale had to buy something so he decided to buy some clear plastic bags... I’m not sure if he collects them (like Starbucks mugs) or if he actually had to buy them for his carry on luggage.
Doug being American was forced to take pretty much all his clothes off and bend over whilst British security forces searched him, I don’t know what it is about Doug but airport security really doesn’t like him.
Dale, most likely remorseful for his reluctance to open the window fully on the mini bus, bought me a second pint! Now we are cooking! I can’t actually remember if I had a third pint or not? No I wasn’t wasted, just honestly can’t remember.
We boarded the plane and I managed to read a chapter of my book, before my mind wandered and I made a start on “The Times” Sudoku, we were tempted to try and put things in Dale’s mouth while he slept, but we resisted.
Prague airport is fairly pleasant; I had a flap because I couldn’t remember who I’d given the money to pay for taxis to. Luckily the airport staff decided not to steal anyone’s luggage so we could proceed to the hotel. The taxi ride took 30 minutes, we had prepaid (via the hotel) so the actual route and length didn’t bother us (Prague Taxi’s have a bit of a reputation for extending the route to bump the fair up)
Monica (who a number of the lads took a shine to) checked us all in, the hotel had arranged for all our rooms to be next to each other. The room was average in size and the toilet had been separated from the bathroom, perfect for stag do’s! The room also had a TV, mini bar, kettle (including tea and coffee) and a safe.
Everyone was given an hour to settle down, shower if they liked and get changed before we met in reception to head out into Prague town.
The hotel is only is only an 8 minute walk from the nearest Metro and the Metro is only a few stations away from most of Prague’s attractions, a 24 hour ticket on the Metro costs about £3 and its worth noting that we did get stopped twice to see our tickets, the Metro was clean and easy to use so I am quite happy to have paid £3, don’t forget that you need to validate your ticket before you travel.
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We got off the Metro at Muzeum (which is only 1 stop away)
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I’d recommend checking out the Beer Factory, it’s certainly different to anything any of us had seen before; the novelty of pouring your own beer right at your table wore off pretty quickly once we’d tasted the beer. If I’m being honest I could have stayed at the Beer Factory for several pints, the beer was actually starting to grow on me but I guarantee several pints of that stuff would give you a serious hang over. The food was also pretty special, our steaks where pretty much raw... tasted lovely... just pretty raw, Pete had his second burger of the trip. The stag do we encountered in Bristol airport arrived and was pretty rowdy. We settled the bill and decided to move on. From here the stag do (or at least the Friday night) went a little downhill, we crawled to the Irish bar and then some sports bar (where the beer was quite decent and cheap) we all watched in awe as Doug necked 3 Irish Car Bombs in a row (he didn’t even get charged for them) At some point the group got separated and we wasted a lot of time wandering up and down Prague’s streets getting hassled by black pimps, people got frustrated and hacked off, some headed to a night club (that at the time may or may not have existed) the rest decided to call it a night and head back to the hotel.
Breakfast in a hotel, for me is a wonderful thing. Sadly the breakfast at the Ametyst was far from great, I don’t have any major gripes with it, just it was rather basic. I tend to have a larger breakfast when travelling, maybe something light for lunch (if that) and then have a decent evening meal.
Despite my size (weight wise) I really enjoy walking, especially when exploring a foreign city, Prague much like Berlin is a very walk able city, I had campaigned with my best man long before we’d gotten to Prague that we should really try and walk as much as possible, a number of people in the group agreed with my idea and it was a group decision that we could and should walk from the hotel to the castle. The walk is about 3miles in length, I’ve attached an approximate Google map
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The walk hit most of Prague’s major sites including The Museum, Charles Street Bridge, Astrological Clock and Prague Castle. You have to climb a big pile of steps (seems like thousands) to get to Prague castle, but once you get to the top the view is pretty special!
On the way to the castle Cid managed to get separated from the group, no one knows where he went, but there are rumours he went for a Thai massage.
I also can’t remember if Pete had his 3rd burger and possibly 4th burger during the walk, I know Dale managed to buy his Starbucks mug (a souvenir much like the plastics bags he bought at Bristol airport)
Just before we crossed Charles Bridge we stopped and went into the torture museum (it received mixed reviews from the group) but looking back at it now it was quite an enjoyable experience. During the crossing of bridge Cid had managed to ring Barri and the group was finally whole again. By this point it was approaching lunch time, we couldn’t agree on where to eat so all decided to go our separate ways, I went with Pete, Mitch and Elliot and had a fantastic Pizza and Mojito! Doug, Andy, Cid and Barri went to some other restaurant and the rest of the guys went to Subway.
Including in the price of the Mojito was a free game of “Wheel of Fortune”, we all took a turn to spin the wheel and apart from Elliot all lost. Elliot’s prize? Another Mojito! “Cash back!”
We arranged a time to meet and headed back to the hotel. With the problems of the previous night fresh in memory we formulated a water tight plan of places to visit that evening. First port of call, the hotel bar followed by that cafe bar we’d spent the late afternoon at, then onwards for food (Pete had another burger) We’d decided earlier on that we’re going to TGI, simply because it saves arguments and saves wandering aimless around Prague looking for somewhere to eat, settling the bill caused some arguments but I got over it pretty quickly (the 2 huge Tequila sunrises helped)
Next? Coyote Bar followed by Hard Rock Cafe, I found great difficulty in letting myself “go” so much hype had been made over the stag do that I wanted to enjoy it, every second! So it was difficult truly enjoy myself as people kept planning my down fall (with ridiculous drinks – thanks all the same guys)
From here we decided to check out a strip joint, if I’m completely honest strip joints aren’t really my thing women taking their clothes off can be great fun but Atlas wasn’t partially cheap. The few of us that did go enjoyed ourselves with the provided entertainment.
We met the other guys back in the Irish bar and decided to check out the Karlovy Lazne night club that some of them had been to the previous night. This is located right next to Charles Bridge and is the other side of the building to where the torture museum is. My word... they don’t do night clubs like that in Cardiff! 5 floors of sheer sweaty madness! Beer was about £1 the sauna was free. If there had been a fire in this joint we’d probably have died, seriously! Highlight of the night had to be some random people dancing like “The Sims” to “We no speak Americano”, hilarious stuff, after dancing like a loon for a couple of hours we decided that we were all far to sweaty and needed sleep, problem was we’d lost Mitch...
Following morning we found Mitch, who’d managed to get back to the hotel, £40 lighter after being stung by a taxi driver. Mitch claims he paid him £40 not to bum him, the rest of us think otherwise.
Sunday was pretty uneventful, Pete had some more burgers, some of us had more beer then we headed back to the airport to have an uneventful flight home.