#25th entry

[otacultjournal]

What an accomplishment for me, who have an (sort of) insufferable inflexible body: (still imperfect) Pigeon Pose.

[sarahseuropeantravelblog]

Saturday 12.10.13

Full day in Prague today, and I chose to spend the day shooting guns. 

We got in this dodgy little car with a man that couldn't speak any english, who offered us cocaine on the way to the shooting range. When we got there, we discovered it wasn't really a range so much as a tunnel under a railway line. 

I'm fairly certain this could have been illegal, we didn't sign anything, they didn't take any names or anything, we just paid that guy, had a brief safety talk and then were handed guns. I was the second person to go shooting.

First we were shooting hand guns, I don't really know what any of them were, except for the magnum. Because we were in a tunnel, the sound was the same throughout the place, so it was as loud for us, standing 20m behind the shooter, as it did for the shooter. The magnum was by far the loudest, we could feel the shockwave from it. 

After the handguns, we were allowed to shoot riffles. Which was a little scary to be completely honest. I didn't shoot the shotgun, I was way too nervous and was happy just handling the guns that I had. 

Shooting finished at 3pm-ish, we were all starving, so we managed to get the guy to drop us off at a bar/restaurant. They boys basically challenged me to eat an entire pizza, which they shouldn't have done. Its like they didn't know me at all. 

I finished my pizza before they finished their meals. As a prize they bought me beer. Yummmm. So thats where the drinking started, we walked back to the hostel, stopping at this tiny supermarket to buy some more alcohol so we could continue drinking while the waiting for the bar to open..

The vodka we got was very cheap and very nasty. Tasted better with vanilla coke though. At 6pm the bar finally opened. The girls were meant to al be going out together and the boys were all going to go to a strip club.

That did not happen. Everyone had come down to the bar for a quick drink before heading out, and most ended up staying there. This hostel had the cocktail buckets again, so I had this really nice one with gin, it literally just tasted like orange juice.

At some point Chris, Josh and I went to get money. I was already pretty drunk so I took off running, classic drunk Sarah move. Let me just say that drunk Sarah is a pain in my ass, and is really irresponsible. She cut my feet to pieces again. I'm not sure why its so painful to run in Doc Martens, I'm pretty sure the sole burned my toes and thats why it hurt so much.

I remember getting back to the hostel, picking up my cocktail bucket and the rest of the night is gone from my memory. I must have had fun, apparently I was sneaking around and trying to sleep on the bus, and that I kissed Rhi. Scotty says at one point I was running after a cat and that it was hilarious to watch me trying not to spill my drink while trying to grab this random cat.

Ah drunk Sarah, you sure do make good life choices.