I don't know what day it is anymore and I don't care

A lot has happened in the past week. I left Prague and went to a more chill town called Cesky Krumlov. The beer continued to flow like wine as more people from the hostel in Prague showed up. In hindsight we should have stayed in Krumlov Wednesday night because they bring in a keg of beer and everyone drinks for free, but we decided to head to Bratislava in Slovakia. It turned out to be quite an ordeal because we missed the early bus.

We left Krumlov at 11ish instead of 8. No big deal. We caught a train in Ceske Budejovice and saw the beautiful Czech countryside. When we got to Brno for the final connection to Bratislava, the shit hit the fan. Option one was to take the train to Bratislava. The train was delayed thirty minutes meaning we would miss the connection in the next town. Option two was to find the bus station. We found it but the bus never showed up. We spent nearly three hours in Brno walking back and forth between the bus and train station. The train was further delayed, two and a half hours now, so the bus was the only option. It got there at 7:40. Three hours to Bratislava and no place to stay yet.

We (Ian, Adrian, and I) rolled in to Bratislava and hated it. It was dark out. Nothing was open. We were tired, hungry, and cold. We found the hostel, and lucky for us they had rooms.

The next day we went to Vienna. It's only an hour away and what the hell. Why not? Adrian stayed the night in Vienna and as Ian and I made our way back to the bus station, we talked to a guy in the underground who was sporting a Finland jersey. Although Ian is Australian, he loves hockey and Finland even more.

We end up following the guy (I think his name is Rick) to the arena. They have a beer tent with a big screen TV set up and peolpe are partying. Ian and I score two tickets for the price of one from a scalper and head into the quarterfinals between Finland and Russia. The seats are great. Top level, seven rows back, right at center ice. And to Ian's enjoyment, we're surrounded by Fins, so he gets to practice his Finnish with everyone.

The Finns took an early 2-0 lead, but the Russians came back to tie it 2-2. THen the Finns scored a power play goal to make it 3-2. That was just the first period. Although I was cheering for the Finns, I cheered for the Russians when Datsyuk got free while Russia was short handed and scored for Russia to tie it 3-3. The game ended up in a shootout where Russia won (Datsyuk scored one of the goals during the shootout).

We missed the bus back to Bratislava and ended up staying in Vienna for the night. I spent yesterday and most of today wandering around Bratislava. It's sort of a cross between Krumlov and Prague. Tonight I leave for Budapest.