Whz is the room spinning like that...

Moved out of Prague yesterday at around noon... am posting from the spa town of Karlovy Vary, this writings is the first time Ive been able to sit down in about twentyfour hours. My legs suprising dont feel too bad, but I do feel beat, and am having some slight balance issues. Its a long storz. I had heard about a small town in west Bohemia called Loket.... was told that it was nestled in a valley with an old citadel, perched on top of a river, and hey waddya know theres even brochures about a hostel there too. So I head over to the Prague Main train station, bags in tow... only to relaize that I had JUST missed the train west. Sat in the station for two hours before the next one came, then had a series of missed connections and wrong tracks before winding up at a station about ten kilometers to the north of Loket, and the last train for the night had left. At the time it was about 2300. Shrugging my shoulders I simply hike my there, being told that I should just go straight south down the road, you cant miss it.

Why do small townies always say that? There were more turns and twists and roundabouts than a pretyel caught in a blender, and I didnt get to the supposed hostel until about 300... and the place is evicted. Nobody home. Wound up ambling about town looking for a place to sleep, finally gave up and just caught some ragged catnaps under a pine tree in the park. Got out of the town by eight, looking for a place to stay, and I still have not found anywhere in the local area, because apparently Karlovy Vary caters to rich russians who want to soak with four or five imported whores at the spas.

God I am so friggen tired now, and I still dont have the packages my parents sent me. Am thinking Bohemia was a mistake.