On the train from I met some nice people from Adelaide, and someone had thoughtfully left their copy of the Guardian behind. I had booked a hostel that looked palatial on their website (usually means it will be a complete dump), I followed the instructions provided on the website to get to the hostel, and they were perfect. Only took me a few minutes to get there, and the tram stopped right outside… yeah. When I arrived, it was actually nice, like really nice! But even better, it was an old building that had been renovated, so it didn’t stick out from the surrounding buildings. There were a few people sitting in the lounge area talking, not yob-like or too quiet. They were even playing St Germain in the foyer. I immediately decided to stay 2 extra nights (which they of course had available just by luck) – I had a feeling I was gonna like this town.
The guy at the reception desk was so helpful, without being annoyingly happy. He gave me a map and pointed out where we were, where the city centre was, and where the trams and underground lines went. There was a lift, so no lugging the case up millions of stairs. I had decided to go luxury style this time, and get a single room – the room was clean, they windows opened right up, it had a massive bed, new linen and massive fluffy pillows… heaven.
The hostel wasn’t in a tourist area, which is perfect for coz it means you see people going about their daily business, and get a much better sense of what the city is like. On the tram I saw a man carrying a bag of hay, and another man carrying a huge tv antenna.
I quickly discovered that this place is cheap – like really cheap! Was able to catch up with Selena, Chloe and Danny again for a final farewell dinner – I was gunning for some good eastern European meat dishes, but they were sick of it already – so chinese it was. We ate a feast for about $5 each.
Bought a ticket to whatever was on in the Opera House that night – it was Madama Butterfly. I think they wheeled out the C-list orchestra, was ok but nothing to write home about (well maybe to blog about). But the interior of the theatre was amazing…
un petit miroir so you can check yourself before going out for drinks at interval...
And after the opera I had this for dinner...
Yes, I actually ate that. (you can even see a bite – couldn’t wait to get the camera out)
Next day wandered about in the old city and Prague Castle, and walked over the Charles Bridge…
all the little shops have great window displays – Bridget, this ones for you…
On the last night went to a traditional beer hall and had Goulash and Budvar, the local favourite beer.
The were hoards of tourists in Prague, especially around the old city, and the really annoying loud pushy (often American) kind. Ruined the experience a bit, but Prague still rocked!
L x
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