9/23/09 – Third day back

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 23rd, 2009 by josh

Cough is almost gone. Throat still hurts a little. Was super tired driving from work last night, but made it without having to stop. I can feel my jet lag waning and my spirts rising.
Funny thing: I discovered that I have 33 hours of vacation left. I thought I had none. If I knew that before, I would have stayed a few more days. Oh well…more for next year.

9/22/09 – Second day back

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 22nd, 2009 by josh

Still fuzzy. Still have a cough. Body and mind are confused. Doesn’t help that my office has no windows. It was a beautiful day outside and I wanted to enjoy it.
Ended up going for an easy run at work during lunch. Did some sit-ups and pull-ups on the course. I think that helped a lot.

9/21/09 – Back to work

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 21st, 2009 by josh

Work was slightly odd. Things changed a little with how we work, as they do almost everyday. It took me a long time to really catch up. Felt very confused and fuzzy all day. Didn’t take a lunch so I could leave early, but ended up not leaving early. As I was driving home, I was so tired that I had to pull off for a little nap. Woke up after a minute or two, wondering where the hell I was and eventually found my way to the freeway.

9/20/09, Salzburg to Frankfurt Airport to Calgary to SFO

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 20th, 2009 by josh

Street in Salzburg

Street in Salzburg

00:00 – At the hotel:
Arriving at the hotel after our trip to the bar, I bought 3 beers and a bottle of water for the trip. The bar was actually closed, but it’s a small hotel and there was one lady in attendance. She happily sold me the drinks. The water was in a beautiful glass bottle, but it was heavy. I decided to bring it with me and I’d keep the bottle as a souvenir.
Rob was going to rest a bit and then ride with me to the train station when I left in about 2 hours. I turned the tv on to chill for a bit and we watched Resident Evil 4 in German while I drank another beer. He passed out and I drifted in and out. Eventually, I woke up, took a shower and then got my stuff ready. Rob still wanted to ride with me, so he came downstairs. The hotel exit door was locked and the lady was nowhere to be found. It was the kind of lock where you had to use the key on either side. It caused me a little bit of a panic since my train departed in about 10 minutes (the train station was not far). I found the lady sleeping in the community room and woke her. I suggested that Rob stay because he may not be able to get back in so we hugged and said goodbye. I thanked the lady and rode my bike to the train station. The bike rental place was almost at the station. I locked it up and put the key in the key drop box and walked the last bit to the station and got on my train.

02:00 – Train 1:
The train attendant helped me find my reserved seat. It was one of these cool train rooms that lock with curtains over the windows. A girl was in the room trying to sleep, so I tried to stay as quiet as possible while I layed down on my side of the compartment. I slept off an and on for about maybe an hour during the 4 hour trip. At some point, a woman came into the room speaking German. I said “No sprechen ze deutsch” and she repeated in English that she had a reserved spot in the room. I moved over so she could come in.
As I was wondering how I would get rest sitting instead of lying down, the girl who’d been in the room the whole time pulled her seat and the seat across together to meet and create a bed. I did the same thing and was able to sleep longer.
After about 4 hours, my alarm went off and I started collecting myself together. We stopped a few minutes later at Stuttgart train station and I got off the train.

06:00 – Train 2:
Got on the train to Mannheim train station. Decided I was over having my beers and left them in the cabin.
When we arrived, I had about a minute to find the next train and get on it.

07:00 – Train 3:
ICE train. Just barely made it on the right train to Frankfurt airport.

Flying over Frankfurt

Flying over Frankfurt

08:30 – Frankfurt Airport:
Got my ticket, went through security, customs and walked a long time. Got some coffee and a pastry and sat for a few minutes before walking onto plane.
My seat was fairly far back, but I had a window. The flight was long. We did an arch up north, across greenland and down into Calgary. I watched two movies: ‘The Hangover’ and ‘Angels and Demons’ while drifting in and out of a very light and uncomfortable sleep. They served us two amazing meals. My first meal was sausage and sauekraut at the beginning of the flight. The second was vegetarian dumplings towards the end of the flight.

Flying over Calgary

Flying over Calgary

9 hours later:
We landed really fast. It’s the fastest landing I ever remember experiencing and was a bit scary. They people on the plane applauded when we slowed enough to feel comfortable.

The plane was late and I had 1 hour to make my connection.
I learned very quickly that: the way it works going from International to the US through Canada is lame.

You have to walk really far, go through Canadian customs and immigration, back through airport security and finally through US Customs. The lines were long and I would have missed my flight if I hadn’t asked every single person in line if they would mind if I skip ahead of them. Almost everyone was nice about it, but a few people gave me attitude – not because they were late, but just because they didn’t like someone cutting in front of them. One guy even said to me, “You know, some people mind” as I asked him. I said, “That’s why I’m asking everyone before I step in front of them in line. It’s what the customs official told me to do.” He smiled one of those shitty smiles you get from someone that wants a fight and I asked the person in front of him if I could skip ahead and on I went. Eventually, I made it to a very nice woman who said she didn’t mind, but “those people” do (as she pointed to a couple). They refused to let another woman pass who was also on my flight and doing the same thing as me. Fortunately, we were almost at the front.

The US customs lady grilled me about my trip. She asked what I bought that cost $80 (I put that down on my declaration form). I told her about the Beer Stein (awesome german cup) I bought. She seemed suspicious, but dismissed it. She also asked where I worked. It sounded almost made up when I told her because, right behind her was a large poster of people from the place I work. I felt strange saying it because I wasn’t supposed to mention it while out of the country and was still in the mode of saying I work somewhere else, so my voice kind of faltered. Eventually she let me pass. As I was walking away, she yelled, “Is that ALL the luggage you have?”, referring to my single backpack. I said yes and she said ok. I walked on through and to my plane just in time.

Coming into SF!

Coming into SF!

The plane was one of those really small ones. I was in the very last seat on the left. My window was murky so I couldn’t really see out and the space was tiny. I stayed engrossed in my PSP and tried to sleep a little for the 2 hour ride so I wouldn’t notice how small a space I was in or how bumpy the ride was. After what felt like 5 hours, we landed really hard in SFO. It wasn’t scary though, because I’ve landed much harder. I’m pretty sure our pilot was former air force by the demeanor of his voice and the language he used. That made me more comfortable the whole trip. He flew the airplane more like someone who flew in combat and has to tone it down a little. I prefer that because it makes me feel like he knows an aircrafts limits and can handle it well.

15:30 – SFO:
Pulled money out of the ATM. It looked weird.
Got on BART, went home, did laundry and went to Trader Joes. Was practically dreaming with my eyes open since I’d been up for 40 hours.

9/19/09, Salzburg. Bruce leaves, bike ride and castle, meet up with parents

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 19th, 2009 by josh
Salzburg Castle

Salzburg Castle

Woke up at 07:00-something. Ate breakfast with Bruce and Rob, then Bruce took off for his flight to London.  Rob and I killed time until the bike rental place opened and then we rented bikes. We rode to the the castle base, locked up the bikes and hiked up to it. Spent a while there taking in the sights of Salzburg. Caught the very steep tram down from the castle back to the main square and rode around some more.
Later in the afternoon, we visited the house where Mozart was born and grew up. We saw his childhood violin (I took a picture

Mozarts child violin!

Mozarts child violin!

when the guard wasn’t watching) as well as many other personal effects. It was a nice tour and was awesome to be somewhere he spent a good portion of his life. It was also great to see actual letters and musical compositions he wrote.
Sat at a cafe for some streudel in front of Mozarts house and waited to hear from my parents. Eventually, they called and said they were coming into Salzburg after being in traffic all day from Munich. We got on the bikes and rode to their campsite.

Around 17:00:
Rob and I met with my parents at the RV park and had dinner at its restaurant. We talked about all the things we’d all seen and had a nice dinner. Got to see their RV and eventually said our goodbyes. Rob and I rode fast back to hotel, collected ourselves and then rode out to find a bar.

Buildings built into the rock in Salzburg

Buildings built into the rock in Salzburg

We found a classy little bar with two awesome older male bartenders. We ordered delicious 10 year old Scottish Whisky, but I can’t remember it’s name. After the whiskey, we had several Trummer Pillsner beers. The bartender kept putting old records on the record player while occassionally alternating with a track from a CD. No matter how busy he was, the music was always mixed well. After a few hours, we rode back to the hotel.
I’ll be going to that bar again next time I’m in Salzburg.

9/18/09, Munich and then a train to Salzburg, Austria.

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 18th, 2009 by josh

Woke up around 09:00 or so. Rob already showered. I ran to the train station for a coffee and almond croissant.
Once we were all ready, we checked out and headed to the mall/shopping area to see if there’s anything we wanted.
Bruce had stepped in shit the night before. He told me that he thought it was my socks that were stinking the hotel room up all night.
Unfortunately, he still had really bad blisters and the shoes were very uncomfortable. The shit wasn’t going to come out all the way due to the kind of material they were made from.
We tried to find some other shoes, but they were all too pricey and lame. He managed to make it work and we did a little wandering around that mall we found the night before. We ended up eating a delicious lunch at the pasta place again.

Around 13:00: 1.5 hour train to Salzburg:
This was the nicest train we’d been on. It even told us how fast it was going via an overhead monitor.

Salzburg

Salzburg

When we arrived, it was a short walk to the hotel. Rob hadn’t told them that we were 3 people because he wasn’t sure if I was staying that night in the hotel because of my original plan to go to Amsterdam. They had us pay another 40 Euros and it was all set.

We dropped off our bags and walked around Salzburg. I think it was the most beautiful. Prague would have been the most, but it was so touristy. Salzburg didn’t feel touristy at all.
We ended up eating dinner at some little place on a cobblestone street (all the streets are cobblestone, so that’s not really saying a lot).

9/17/09, Munich. Visit to Dacau concentration camp and going out in Munich.

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 17th, 2009 by josh

Bruce’s feet were hurt pretty bad (blisters on top of blisters) and he was dealing with the cold, so Rob and I went to visit the Dachau concentration camp on our own. He wanted to go, but it would have included a lot of walking.
We took a train and a bus to get there. There was about 30 minutes before our tour started, so I had a sausage in the cafeteria and looked at books in the store.

workwillsetyoufree

Entrance to Dachau Concentration Camp

Our tour guide was a very articulate English guy. His descriptions of the history of the concentration camp were riveting and helped to paint a very clear image of the horrors which occurred there.
I learned a lot about the history of how hitler rose to power and how the ss came to power.

The camp was the only one that lasted the entire length of the nazi party rule. It was first used as a place for hitler to imprison all his political opposition. For the first few months, prisoners were fed well. Eventually, more and more people were sent there until the conditions were overcrowded and terrible.

The barracks were very overcrowded, people were punished all the time and would drop dead during the twice daily role calls or the march up to role call. The crematorium was in constant use. The official word is that the gas chamber was never used, but our guide said that circumstantial evidence says it was. Most likely, it was used on a limited basis or for experimentation, since dacau was used as the model for all other concentration camps. Just outside the prison was the ss training camp. All soldiers were trained in cruelty in that camp before moving on. Also, party headquarters were just 3 kilometers away.

The gate which all prisoners passed through had the following phrase formed into it:
“Work will set you free” (although it was actually in german).
The actual activities of the prison were kept hidden from the civilian and world population. At one point, the Red Cross visited to verify that it was actually a camp where people were trained to become good workers. The ss would set up staged events and areas to fool visitors into thinking they were doing good. The Red Cross was impressed with the camp and wrote a letter (I believe it went to himler, the head of the ss and german police) praising the nazi party for their work. The stuff they saw made it into the press and the camp was known as a place where people were rehabilitated back into the work force, when in reality it was a place where people were dying and being punished for their heritage or political choices.

gaschamber

The gas chamber

Several things were really hard to deal with, such as standing inside the gas chamber. The crematoriam/gas chamber (fake shower room)/clothes fumigation room was all one building. It was basically a human liquidation factory. People enter on the left alive and exit right as corpses. On the left, they are told they’re going to take a shower and must undress. Their clothes are thrown into one of several fumigation chambers and they move into the waiting room. They are told they will be taking a shower in the next room. In that room, there were several fake showerheads so they wouldn’t be scared. Once in the room, they’re locked in and poison gas tablets were dropped in. It took about 20 minutes for everyone to die and the ss could watch from a window right outside. The room was cleared of the gas and the corpses were brought to the next room where they were brought one-by-one into the crematorium room to be cremated.
Some people were hung to death directly in front of the ovens.

The following two things made me feel a little better:

F you nazis!

F you nazis!

1: The worship memorials built after the camp was liberated in 1945 by the US Army.
The Jewish memorial is made from volcanic rock that was imported from Israel. It was pretty, but I was unable to go into it due to time constraints.
The Protestant church was particularly amazing for the following reason: The nazis were fanatical about right-angles and cleanliness. They would check the beds to make sure they were perfectly made. If a crease was off more than a millimeter, the prisoner responsible for it or even the entire barraks would be punished. The protestant memorial was all non-right-angle lines as a kind of ‘F YOU’ to the nazis.

Relaxed and strong

Relaxed and strong

2: A statue of a typical jewish prisoner. The statue showed a prisoner with his hands in his pockets, in a relaxed stance and with his head held up high.
The prisoners were required to always be at attention and with their head down. No eye contact could be made. The statue was to show the prisoners as the opposite of this.

This camp is possibly the most intensely sad thing I’ve seen in my life. It creates a well of sadness deeper and darker than anything I can remember whenver I think about what happened there and elsewhere because of the nazi monsters.
And they’re just one group of horrible people who have done bad things. There’s stuff happening in the world right now that is just as horrible.

Rob and I stayed until the place closed, then we caught a full bus back to the train station as the rain started to come down.

We met up with Bruce at the hotel and went out to wander Munich.

Munich at night

Munich at night

We ended up in a part of Munich that was much prettier than the area where we were staying.
In our wandering, we found a mall with a great pasta place. You receive a card when you walk in and then you can visit the various areas of the restaurant ordering whatever and putting it on your card. When finished, you go to the front with your card and pay.  When you order your food, you are ordering with the chef that will cook it. You end up standing there watching it being created.

After dinner, we happened upon the Hofbräuhaus and went in for some large beers. It would have been great to eat there too, but we were very full.

Hofbrauhaus

Hofbrauhaus

I later learned that it’s the location where the german workers party was reconstituted as the national socialist german workers party (aka: the nazi party). It was one of the beer halls used by the nazi party to declare policies and hold functions. That is just a bit intense… I’d had enough of the nazis and their history for the day by that point.

Afterwards, we found a supposedly high fashion store that turns into a club at night. It was called ‘Pool’. We paid too much to get in and drink more beer. It was ok. The people were a little too young for us and too hipsterish. Eventually, we took off to wander the streets.
We knew of a few places that might be more fun to go and started searching for them. We asked one very muscly door guy if he knew where the place we were trying to go was. He answered us in perfect English. We asked where he was from and he said, “Germany”.  His father is from Kansas and his mother is German. Based on his demeanor, we were pretty sure he did some time in the military, probably the Marines.

He told us about a club called Pascha. I’d never heard of it, but Bruce had. It’s apparantly really famous and always in magazines.
We made our way towards the club and didn’t have to pay much to get in. We immediatly got some drinks and found a place outside to relax. Almost right away, we began hanging out with a group of people. One guy was Australian and the rest were German.
I ended up hanging out there for a long time with them. Bruce decided to take off around 02:00. Rob danced for a while, finally taking off around 03:00 or so. I stayed talking with one of the germans until about 04:30. At one point, she went off to talk to someone and I realized how badly I had to pee, but I didn’t want to just take off. I waited for her to come back and then instantly told her I had to use the restroom.
It was possibly the worst I’ve ever had to pee in my life. She gave me directions, but I went the wrong way. I was in so much pain from a full bladder that I actually left my jacket with her with my passport, atm card, hotel card and money in it. I didn’t care though because I couldn’t even think straight. I walked down the wrong steps and found myself at the entrance. I frantically looked around for a place where no one might not see me because I was ready to pee on a wall in front of people if I had to. Hell, I would have peed on a security guard at that point.
I came to my senses and hobbled painfully back up the stairs and down a hallway. Unfortunately, it was the wrong hallway. It was a dead end and people were in it. Once again, I thought maybe I could just pee on this wall here and finish before security comes to get me. I collected myself again and walked into the dance area. I frantically asked the first person I saw, “Where’s the toilet?!!!!”. He pointed across the packed dance floor.
When I saw how far away I was (only about 25 feet, but it was packed), my mind did that thing you sometimes see in a movie where the door seems to get further away. I felt like I was doomed. Still, I had to do what I had to do and moved into the people. I pushed and parted them and made it across in about 15 seconds, but it felt like minutes.
Once at the bathroom, I skipped the line and tried to sneak into a stall, but the janitor/cleaner guy was yelling “NINE!” (“No!”, that is) to me and another guy who was trying to get in. Thankfully, directly on my right, a urinal had opened up and I moved fast. Literally a minute later, I was feeling much better.
I headed back to the spot where I’d been hanging out all night, feeling a new panic rise because I’d left my jacket with all my things in it. I pushed people out of my way and made my way towards the door. First, I went to the wrong door, then I finally figured out how to get outside. I walked back, but my temporary new friend was gone. Thankfully my coat was still there with all the stuff still in the pockets.
I hung out for about 15 more minutes, but finally decided to take off. I didn’t know where to go, but thankfully the hotel address was on my hotel card and I had GPS on my phone.

Once I made it back to the hotel lobby, I realized that I needed some water. I started to walk out to find a place that might still be open. The creepy hotel staff guy (who looked kind of like John Luvitz and had a strange whiney/slithery voice) asked me if I was staying there. The conversation went like this:

Creepy hotel guy: “Are you staying in the hotel?”
Me: “yes, but I need to go get some water”.
Creepy hotel guy: “There is water in the bar in your room”.
Me: “Thanks, but it’s not on my card and I don’t want to charge the water to my friend”.
Creepy hotel guy: “But there is water in the hotel room mini-bar”.
Me: “You don’t understand. The hotel room is on my friends card and the water is very expensive. I don’t want to have the charge end up on his card.”.
Creepy hotel guy: “Sir…..There is water…..in the bar…….in the hotel room”.
Me: “But my friends ca….”
Creepy hotel guy: “Sir! …There is..”
Me: “DANKA” and I walk out while raising my hand at him.

I don’t know what was up. I think having my pee-asco (you know, like fiasco, but with pee) and leaving my jacket unattended put me in the mood to fight.
Whatever…I found water at the hostel across the street and went back to the hotel to sleep. By the time I got to sleep, it was about 06:00 and the sky was lighting up.

9/16/09. Leaving Prague for Munich. Confusing train rides.

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 16th, 2009 by josh
Cool statue in Prague

Cool statue in Prague

We decided to go ahead and leave Prague a day early so we could get to Munich for a night and then head off to Salzburg, Austria.
The day before, I had decided on going to Amsterdam by myself instead of Munich with the boys. It was going to be a 15 hour train ride. When Bruce and Rob were going to head to the train station for a ride to Munich, I was planning on taking a 5 hour train to Berlin and then a 10 hour train with a sleeper car to Amsterdam. I would have awoken on 9/17/09 at 10:00 in Amsterdam.
I had booked my train and hostel, but it turns out that my parents were willing to drive from the Netherlands to Austria and I could avoid heading all the way to them and losing a day or two to travel (I would have had to travel fairly far to get back to Frankfurt in time for my flight).
I was also really enjoying hanging out with Bruce and Rob and didn’t want to go to Amsterdam just for a day and night by myself. I cancelled my train and hostel reservation and commited to head to Munich and Salzburg.

We checked out of the apartment and lugged our bags around while attempting to shop a bit before leaving Prague. We went to some of the larger stores, where I FINALLY bought some deodorant and nail clippers. At one of the tourist shops, I purchased a ceramic cup that was stylized to look old with a drawing of Prague on it.

Eventually, we caught a long train to Munich. We had a cabin to ourselves and eventually fell asleep. At some point, German police woke us loudly to check our passports upon crossing back into Germany. The officer was very gruff. He examined my passport for a long time and stared at me for at least 3-5 seconds.
The train did a lot of switching and changing of engines. Several times, we had to ask an attendant if we were still on the right train…often in a panic due to the limited time to transfer. The trains often will not stop for up to an hour, so if you miss your stop, you’re a little screwed.
At one point, a very rigid and shreiky German train lady woke us up by yelling at us in German. We realized that she was telling us to get out of the car we were in and to move to a different car since our car was being shut down.

About 18:00, arrived at the Hotel Mark, right next to the train station in Munich. Not the prettiest area, which is too bad. Bus and train stations usually are not the best places to get a first impression of a new place.

After checking in, we went out for food. Bruce and Rob bought donors (a middle eastern sandwich that’s amazing). I got pizza for some inexplicable reason. Rob and I had beers, but Bruce was trying to take it easy because he was feeling the effects of the cold I had in Prague.

9/15/09, Prague. Visit to the Bone Church and a strip club.

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 15th, 2009 by josh
Skulls

Skulls

We took an hour-long tain ride to see the Bone Church (Called the ‘Sedlec Ossuary’). It’s a small Roman Catholic chapel located beneath the Church of all Saints cemetery in the town of Sedlec, a suburb of Kuna Hora in the Czech Republic.
The church is beautifully decorated with the bones of between 40,000 and 70,000 people.
The pamphlet I read when there said that too many bodies were buried in the graveyard, so a half-blind monk un-earthed them and decorated the church using the bones. There’s a chandelier made of “all the bones one can find in a human body”. There was a family crest, which I assume was made with the bones of the family. Some of the more impressive parts were giant piles of stacked skulls and bones. They piles were about as large as a big SUV – maybe even larger.

beerinczechrepub

Having a beer

As is the way of Bruce, Rob and Josh, we stopped at the local bar on the way back to the train station for some beer. The beer cost less than $1 US, so we had a few. There’s a very large phillip morris cigarette plant right in town and it appeared as if everyone worked there. People were being dropped off frequently at the bar by white vans. At first, it was just a few czech guys, but eventually it ended up being a lot of young asian teenagers. Not to jump to assumptions or anything, but we sort of assumed that the company might have a bit of a ‘sweat shop’ thing going on…
We got some strange looks in the bar from some of the czech worker guys. The bartender lady seemed very happy when we over-tipped (I think we tipped more than we paid for the beer).

We caught our trains back to Prague and ate dinner at a great itailan place. I decided that a nice plate of comfort spaghetti with bolognese sauce would help me to feel better, and I was right.

We went back to the apartment to change and headed out. We wanted to do what guys supposedly do best when travelling together: Visit a strip club. Well….the first one we went to turned out to be a brothel. We felt lucky to be able to get out of there without either getting beaten up by the huge guards or having to part with any money just for entering. The second one was more like what we were looking for. It was a normal strip club. People were smoking so much that it was very difficult to breath, but we all had some beers and toughed it out for a bit. None of us are actually into strip clubs, so we eventually ended up sitting at the bar talking with the bartender. Afterward, we walked back to the apartment.

9/14/09, Prague. Touring the castle, checking out the clubs.

Posted in Travel, Trip to Europe-Sept.2009 on September 14th, 2009 by josh
Cathedral

St Vitus Cathedral

After a great breakfast, we walked across the Charles Bridge, taking pictures of statues and the Vltava river.
We made our way to Prague Castle, stopping to have apple streudle at the top of the hill while looking down onto Prague.
Then, we walked to the St Vitus Cathedral, went inside and documented the entire beautiful place by taking a million photos.
We then mailed postcards at the post office right outside the cathedral.

On our way down from the castle, I just missed the changing of the guards because I had to use the restroom, but Bruce and Rob saw it. I saw the replacement guards walking down the street and the relieved guards marching back up. They had a cool march. One arm held their gun while the other swung at the elbow with their walk and in unison with each-other.

I bought a hoodie at H&M to keep me warm because whatever sickness I had was making me extra cold and we found a place to eat.
After eating, we walked around in search of a club we could come back to later in the evening after changing. We met some girls from Norway and searched for a club together, eventually finding an cool club in an old cellar underground. I suggested we all rush back to the apartment to change and drop off our stuff. We did that and rushed back. When we got there, it was almost all guys and our new friends from Norway were gone.
We left in search of something else. Eventually, we found a club right next to the Charles Bridge. It was full of kids, but we stayed for about 30 minutes. The club itself was impressive. There was an old well (it was fenced off, so no one drunkenly falls in) and multiple floors. One floor had a light-up dance floor which hurt to look at. One thing I really liked was a wall of fog with images from a projector displayed onto it.
On the bottom floor, we walked into a tiny room just off the dance floor and this big guy came in after us. It felt like he took all the space with his size. He asked Bruce if he was Czech. Bruce said no and the guy forcefully told him to sit down in on a chair in the room. Bruce said no and the guy stormed into the room as we stormed out. We heard glass breaking and a chair or table getting knocked over. The guy was pissed for some reason, but we were far out of that room and didn’t see him again.
30 minutes was about 20 minutes too much, so we walked the 50 feet or so to our apartment to sleep.