America, Fuck Yeah!

I'm back on my native soil. But then, some would argue that I was REALLY on my native soil whilst in the Czech Republic due to ancestral origins. Whatever.

I took a lot of pictures, and had some adventures. Here's a quick synopsis:

This is what the former Soviet Union thinks of the free market:

I met a kid named Lukas who was wearing a Motorhead t-shirt at the
 biggest dance club in "central europe." 
He was pretty cool and had a czech rock band.



Then I went to Krakow, Poland and took up smoking a pipe.



I saw some modern art:



I went to a castle:



Then I went to little podunk town called Kutna Hora to
look at a church covered in human bones:



Then I needed to drink beers out of 1 liter mugs:



Now I need to sleep.