2014-07-11: Day 2

10 years ago · 1 MIN READ
#2014-07 ~ Prague  #Classic Communist Car Pics  #Prague  #travelblog 

Our hostel was almost directly south of the centre (in tourist terms anyway) of Prague and we started our wanderings off to the west towards the castle.

The route took us, via a perfectly tidy breakfast, through a large park area (which I now know was called Petřínské sady) which had many and various winding paths. Several of which had signs painted on them saying "Try this path". Interesting, even helpful? No, just another example of the black hearted evil that is humanity as each and every path that had this turned into a glorious demonstration of how hills exist and can have not insignificant gradient.

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All of this was comfortably excused when we finally found the golden Trabant statue in the grounds of the German embassy.

Up and around the castle section, good views as you'd expect and an absurd number of couples having their wedding shots done.

Took much wandering heading back towards the centre to find somewhere that suited for lunch and we sat smugly with a splendid couple of pints of Budvar Black as the apocalypse gathered around us. The wind picked up and a storm brewed as we reclined, sheltered under the restaurant awning... that the staff then took away. Bastards.

Shelter from the storm and then round the corner to U zlateho tygra (The Golden Tiger). A proper Czech pub with communal tables. We were joined by a fairly elderly American couple (although it later emerged that only half of them was American). Not exactly what you might want to see right? Typically loud yanks chatting? Wrong, in this instance anyway, lovely couple who, yes, were loud and chatty but in a nice way. Joked that they knew they were exactly what we didn't want to see and gave us tips on other bars to go to to find "hot girls".

A couple of other pubs and then food. Czech cheese, potato croquettes to start and then smoked neck wrapped in a potato pancake. The main felt a little dry but for the life of me I couldn't think of a sauce that I'd have actually wanted on it.

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