Budapest to Prague

We're sharing our lollies.  How are you going Tricia?
Last day in Budapest.  Spent good time at the Fisherman's Bastion.  Nothing to do with fishermen in general or any particular fisherman.  Back in the day it was a look out tower and the fishermen had the job to protect it.  So there was security to protect the security?

Went on a dinner cruise on the Danube at night.  Oh the fame!  Bit of a treat - the FINA world swimming championships are on after we leave.  Saw the British team hanging out at Starbucks.  No accounting for taste.  No, we didn't go to Starbucks.  Just passed by.  Oh, the treat - they weren't the treat.  We happened past the rehearsal for the opening ceremony and then at night they were testing the light show projected on the wall of Buda Castle.
Got a photo for Irene's fridge!!

Next day - yesterday - longest 6 hours of our lives - train ride WITH NO WIFI FOR SIX HOURS!  Anyway, back in the first world, arrived in Prague.  Was actually sort of interesting I admit talking to each other for six hours.  First world, yes first world WE'RE STAYING IN A PALACE!  Just near the Charles Bridge.  Jo-Anne is cranky because I'm doing the blog!?

View from our Palace apartment!

Yesterday - missed out on the swimming championships but arrived in Prague just in time for the bohemian jazz festival.  Didn't get to play on stage.  Apparently they couldn't afford us.  Had lunch in a 12th century cellar.  That's way old.  Half way back to Jesus.  Did some shopping.  Jo-Anne bought some leather gloves as you do in the middle of summer, but they were a bargain.  Jo-Anne made me do another church crawl of Jewish churches.  She thinks that doesnt count as a church crawl but I just think that's racist.  Was interesting how we've (Christians) have been finding new ways to annoy the Jews for 1000 years before WWII etc.

Maisel Synagogue - now a museum

You know how they wouldnt let us on the stage for the jazz festival - well - went to a black light theatre (remember when we used to be young and stupid enough for night clubs with UV light and your bra glowed in the dark (that's what Jo-Anne said anyway but only when she remembered to wear her white glow in the dark bra) lost track of where the brackets go) well we went to one of those theatres and they made me be on stage.  I was the beak and eyes of the glow in the dark angry bird.  Apparently the beak and eyes are the hardest thing to do and the most important so that's why I had to do that job.  The people with lesser talent just had to flap the wings.  Was high class theatre sort of like Les Mis.  Jo-Anne wants me to delete the bit about how she used to hand pick the glow in the dark bra when she went clubbing.  To quote Pilate ... what I have written I have written.

Last night - to quote Evie Ann - we had FOLKIE TICKETS!  Had dinner after my magical performance as the beak of the angry bird (that was the most important part) at the Irish Times pub.  Great band playing singalong tunes just like the real thing at Folkie.  Apparently.  I've never been invited.  Jo-Anne just swore.  I think she's bored.  Band was good and dinner was good.
I don't think Jo-Anne will let me do the blog again.  She's trying to get the iPad off me.