07.06.2011 - 07.06.2011 27 °C
The train pulled into Berlin Central at 0615 and we hopped off. We found our platform and some coffee. When our train departed at 0645 we settled in for a long ride. The train took us through Germany along what I believe to be the Elbe river. Picturesque little towns peaked through the trees and terraced farms sat along the hillsides. When we crossed the boarder from Germany to the Czech Republic the distinction was immediate. The buildings were bigger and run down, the communist era apartment blocks are visible from everywhere. The signs all have little accents here and there and the people look a little more worn.
We got off the train at 1145. Prague looked sunny and cute from the train station so we ventured outside after picking up some Czech crowns. Instead of metros everything in Prague is accessible by tram. In our haste bought really expensive three day tickets and got on. The trains are a mix of old and new and every station is labeled thoroughly (thank goodness!) We made a transfer and finally got to our b&b. It’s not actually classed as a b&b, but as a hostel, however, there are no dorms only private rooms, the breakfast is included and the owner is a very cute little old lady named Anna who is very eager to please. She showed us around on a map and brought us to our room.
We were so happy to be able to unpack! We left to find a quick lunch and some one euros beer! (1 euro! for 500mL!) We came back and showered and left around 1600. We went to Wenceslas Square to do some shopping. Four hours later, at 2000, we finally left with an outfit each. We dropped off our bag and went back out to get milk and eat dinner. While at dinner, as Shane was finishing his last beer, a guy asked to sit down beside us (in an empty restaurant.) Not wanting to be rude we let him and he proceeded to ask and answer incoherent questions. He was very drunk and awkward. Shane said afterward that if he had told us to “chill” one more time he would have punched him. We left quickly.
Unfortunately one bad thing led to another and upon returning home I realized I had left my camera charger in Copenhagen. I swore I wouldn’t be that unlucky person, but here I stand, dumb as a mule. I might have cried myself to sleep.