7.5.2000 PRAGUE
is beautiful if you can see past the hordes of tourists and all the souvenir
stores. The ground floor of most of the buildings around Charles Bridge seem
modeled after Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco, bad T-shirts and battery
powered puppies. The city is split in two by the Vlatava River with
the Prazsky Hrad (the Big Castle) dominating the West and the shopping
and living in the East.
I had met several
groups of people in Berlin who had just come from Prague. They had told me
to just trust the “runners” who wait at the train station and let them take
me to their hostels. All the people I talked to had great experiences with
these “hostels” which were really apartments or sub-leased hotel floors.
So I roll into
town without a place to stay booked.
The problem is,
the train from Berlin arrives at the secondary, smaller train station, way
north of town, and there is only one “runner” there. She drives me into town
and shows me a dark, dirty mess of a place with thin mattresses scattered
on the ground and a bathroom that looks like it’s still being built.
This is very
different from Clubhouse Hostel in Berlin. Too different.
I decide to call
around.
I find my way
to the main bus station, Narodni trida, which is apparently where the
closest public phones are. Except they all require phone cards. I haven’t
learned any phrases other than “Do you know English?”
“mlu-vee-teh
an-glit-ski?”
No one does.
OK. I’m ready
to bust out the phrase book and butcher the Czech language when
I hear English behind me.
Other travelers.
I meet Sharon
and her friends, all from Australia. Sharon is staying at the Boathouse Hostel
which is a little far from the city center but she assures me it’s a great
place to stay. I learn that things like tram tickets and phone cards can be
bought at newspaper/tobacco stores. |