a few weeks ago, we took a train to ostrava. our friend martin is the starting center for the basketball team. he picked us up at the train station after our 3.5 hour journey through east bohemia and moravia to watch his team play the team from liberec.
our hotel had several interesting motifs. in the lobby, as a lovely welcome, someone had gone a little crazy with the taxedermy and produced this and this and this. and the bar area seemed ready to go to war with this and this and this. but in contrast, the restaurant had a distinct overlook hotel feel to it. slightly more disturbing was this painting in our room.
we went to the the arena around 5. the game itself was amazing. i could try to recap it, but i'm no good at that. everyone there was extremely attentive to what was happenning on the court. and there was no food in the stands, no slurping of sodas or crunching of nachos.
afterwards, we travelled to martin's apartment for pizza and drinks. there were very minimal amounts of english being spoken, which was nice. eventually, we walked over to the infamous stodolni street, home to 80 bars and clubs. i kept trying to order beer, but the ostravian ballers kept handing me vodka currant cocktails. regardless, we had a swell time. thanks martin.
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