Trip Start Sep 09, 2006
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Castles, medieval architecture, narrow cobbled streets, and an art vendor every two steps gives one the sense that on the one hand this city is tourist paradise, and on the other hand, it is tourist hell.
We stepped off the train with every other tourist in the world, only to run into a Czech gentleman named Lou. Lou spoke perfect English and exuded a confident but tired air, as if he had once done well for himself in the Czech mafia but now was just looking to make an honest buck. He told us he had accommodation for 20 Euro, which is more than we were looking to spend, but it was in Wenzeslaus Square, which is the center of town, and we would have our own room. We said hell yes and followed him there.
The morning began bright and early with a great breakfast and my first American coffee since I began this journey, a tasty, refillable, bottomless treat at an expat hangout called Bohemian Bagel. Jon already knew the city, having studied here for a few weeks a couple years ago, so afterward we trekked up the hill to see Prague Castle.
Prague castle had an old feudal look to it, and was a veritable city within a castle. Inside I saw Franz Kafka's house, which brings the number of houses of great authors I have seen up to three: Voltaire in Geneva, Dante in Florence, and now Kafka in Prague. Not bad.
Come nighttime, Jon and I were dead on our feet. Oktoberfest, despite being a day away, was still asserting itself in very worn-out ways. We took a bunch of night shots of the Charles Bridge, grabbed a McFlurry at the local McDonalds, listened to a 1920s jazz band perform on the Charles Bridge, and passed out for a night of 9 glorious hours of sleep.
Next stop: Bratislava, where beer is, according to our guidebook, cheaper than water.