And One for Space Operas
We woke up and got off in Budapest, our transfer stop. We saw Wachovia briefly and waved to him. Then, we hopped on our next train, the one to Prague. Once on the train, I went to the dining car and had an omelette. Will wanted to keep reading. At around 11, Will wanted breakfast. I was up for a snack, so we both went to the dining car. On our way there, a conductor asked for our tickets. This was no problem; we had tickets. However, little did we know, we were in Slovakia. Slovakia doesn’t accept the Eurail pass. He charged us for a ticket through the whole of Slovakia. We didn’t have enough Euros, so he made us finish paying in U.S. (at a highway robbery exchange rate).
Will and I were pissed, but not at him. We were pissed at the lady who gave us the train reservation, but neglected to tell us we needed a ticket through Slovakia. We had shown her our Eurail passes, and she still neglected to tell us. That would have saved us a fair bit of money. Such is life.
In the dining car, we ordered food. Will ordered an omelette, and I ordered crazy crepe things with ice cream or chocolate or something. During our meal, I realized that we were very low on cash, and train dining cars don’t take credit. Luckily, international trains have to take currency from pretty much everywhere, and they posted the exchange rates. Armed with a pen, paper, and a phone-calculator, I figured out how we were going to pay for our meal.
| Currency | Amount | Euro Equivalent |
| Romanian Lei | 30 | 6.67 |
| Hungarian Forints | 180 | 0.67 |
| British Pounds | 3 | 3.09 |
Yes, that’s three types of currency, only one of which the train really wanted (the Forints). We kind of felt like dicks, but Slovakia took most of our real money. You’ll also notice that the number of lei is a familiar number. STEVE SAVED THE DAY. He knew everything. He knew we’d need that 30 lei, and that’s why he delivered the key for me. His awesomeness paid for most of our meal.
Finally, we arrived in Prague. There, I received a call from my mother. Because she is awesome, she booked us a real hotel in Prague for two nights. That’s right, comfy beds, hot showers, fast internet, breakfast buffet, etc. Win.
We got to the hotel, where we were promptly informed that we had no reservation. I went into their business office and printed out the reservation (my mother forwarded me the e-mail). I was kind of grumpy (sleep deprivation is bad), but Will made up for it by being extra friendly and chatting the concierge lady up. Eventually, they found our reservation in the “Meh, it’s the weekend, throw it in a pile” room.
After a hot, super necessary shower, Will and I went to the firing range. What follows are the stats from the time we went with Bob in Budapest, as well as this time. This is the last time we’re posting an accuracy table, we promise.
| Person / Location | Accuracy | Points |
| Andy / Budapest | 90% | 372 |
| Will / Budapest | 91.4% | 399 |
| Andy / Prague | 74% | 684 |
| Will / Prague | 58% | 523 |
We then had a delicious dinner at a restaurant called Green Tomatoes. They sell super cheap Italian food, and it was pretty tasty. Back at the hotel, we watched an episode of the Borgias on HBO, and Will went to sleep. I was up reading, when suddenly:
Will: All right.
Me: What? Did you say something?
Will: Wha? No.
Me: Oh, okay. I thought you said something.
Will: *looking pretty awake* Andy, put on that hat.
Me: …What?
Will: Put on that hat. It will make you awesome.
Me: What the fuck are you talking about?
Will: Just wear the hat! It’s awesome! The one right over there. *points across the room*
Me: …Uhh, okay. G’night, buddy.
Will: Hat.
Apparently, Will was asleep for the whole thing. He has no memory of this, but insists that I should have worn the hat. He’s probably right. It would make me awesome.
Will’s Corner
Goddamn Apaches! Artificial blood will not be tolerated! v.2.0.
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Dear Joe,
You don’t even need the hat.
Love,
Will and Andy
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