Partings and - 101 Reasons why I dont like hostels

Trip Start Apr 05, 2008
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Trip End Jun 05, 2008


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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Today I have plans to see the Castle at Hluboka Alessandro gave me a timetable of buses, they are about hourly and there is a big gap in the middle of the day where there are none. I shower and have some breakfast (now that I know where the bread is ;). And head to the bus station. I successfully negotiate buying a ticket and getting on the right bus and a bit over half an hour later I am at the Castle.

It is gorgeous, I would say better than Prague Castle, but then I found Prague castle a bit disappointing. I arrive with a Japanese couple and we write down the times for the bus back to Ceske Budejovice. Its a bit of a hike up to the castle, all up hill of course, my legs are still sore from the Horseriding and rafting of the previous days. There are different prices for tours 180kc for Czech Language and 280kc for foreign language. I did the English one at Cesky Krumlov Castle and had a translation sheet and he pretty muched followed this with some humour thrown in so I opt for the Czech version, it also means that I don't have to wait an hour to go on the tour and there is not too much to see around the castle besides the gardens.

It is beautiful inside so decadent, I must build me a castle when I get rich. I am not the only English person doing the Czech tour there is a group of 3 Americans and they have a guide with them, so I stick close by and get some more english translations for free.

After the tour I head into town and walk the length of it. There is not much to see there and I decide to have some lunch before heading back on the bus. Even through there is English translations of all the food I go with my backup, Goulash, its yummy and you know what you are getting, no wierdness thrown in for good measure.

At the bus station the Japanese couple are waiting, it seems bus drivers don't like people who don't speak Czech, we are denied acess to 3 buses back to Cesky Krumlov when we try to board and show our tickets. I work out that it might be because they are private buses and we have a ticket for the state run company. The next bus that comes along I show the ticket to and I get the same response then I show money and pay the 1.50Aus to finally get on the bus and get going, money sure does talk all languages.

I go to the main bus station to check buses back to Prague and if I can buy a ticket. Again the language barrier is there even though interpretive dance is funny I cannot get my message across. I go upstairs have a drink and then consult my phrases that I printed off for each country. Using some cutting and pasting I write a sentence that refers to planes and reservations and times and pleases and thank yous, so hopefully it works. I dare not speak it as I would absolutely murder it and it wouldn't sound anything like what the words are spoken.

I try it on my first girl, who sits next to the one who denied me previously, she points at another ticket counter and VOILA, we have communication and a bus at 5.55pm back to Prague. I so wish I was staying a little longer, but I am putting into place something else and back up so we will see how it goes.

I buy some Absinthe and some mouthwash, if I am not allowed to bring it back in, since it looks and smells like mouthwash I can decanter it into the plastic bottle, it weighs less too. I purchase a card for Alessandro, written in Czech me and the girl at the counter who again speaks little English thinks it says, I wish you happiness, health and love. It was either that or one that said simply, 'Mother'.

I get back to the appartment and he is not back yet, the girl on reception who I have spoken to twice buzzes me in and I repack my bags and wait for him to come home. He arrives shortly after we discuss my day, music and other things and then say our goodbyes. He walks me downstairs.

When I get to the bus station, it is the Student bus I so hoped for, and it is a nice bus driver. Things look good, even if I am going back to Prague to pick up my things. I get my allocated seat and for half of the journey have both seats to myself. I listen to music and daydream the trip away, surprisingly I don't sleep.

I get into Prague and easily find my way to the Youth Hostel. I order some dinner and go to my room, it is the same room I was in before. It looks like a bomb hit it. The person or persons have their stuff everywhere, like it is their own appartment. I say hello and I get no response and then choose a bed on the opposite wall. I go and do some internet to check some train times and ferry times and write to my next host. One night without a host is enough. I decide that I will leave Prague tommorrow, and not go to Karlov Vary and head into Dresden then I don't have as long a train trip on Friday, well 2 and a bit hours less.


Eyes betray the soul and bear it's thinking.
Beyond words they say so many things to me.
A stranger here reborn it seems
Awaking wonders deep in me.
If nothing's ventured nothing's gained
so I must seize the day.

And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
And will the world stay standing still at least for me.
Through my eyes stare into me.
I bear my heart for all to see.
With my face turned to the sun there ever standing still.

It wasn't you it wasn't me it wasn't anyone.
It was a day so long awaited and a chance to be as me.
I let the wind run through my hands
before I turned to walk away.
In distant days I long to sense it all so clear.

And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
And will the world stay standing still at least for me.
Through my eyes stare into me.
I bear my heart for all to see.
With my face turned to the sun there ever standing still.
And fighting time so much I ask.
I will this moment last forever.
Though seasons change and things come to pass
remain inside of me.
And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
and will the world stay standing still at least for me.

I had no faith before that time in any vow or deed.
Days followed days and years were meaningless.
Despite the wisdom of defeat
I bare my heart for all to see the wonders I've seen.
The wonders I've seen
And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
and will the world stay standing still at least for me.



Woken up at 1am, 3 times to please be respectful and be quiet.
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