Thursday, July 23, 2015
Sometime during the night we have entered the Czech
Republic. Neither of us really slept,
although for different reasons. Marilyn had trouble with the motion of the
train; she doesn’t remember the train
from Bergen to Oslo having so much sway.
I don’t know why I don’t sleep;
but I often don’t sleep, so I don’t much notice. The beds are really narrow, that’s for sure.
We awaken at 5:30 so as to have lots of time to be able to
enjoy breakfast when the charming steward brings our coffee at six. We learn a valuable tip. There’s a sign at the end of the hall that
says WC and when the room is occupied, a red light is lit next to the letters! You don’t have to trek all the way to either
end of the hall on a fruitless mission!
The coffee is very good and there is butter and peach jelly
for the croissants on our steward’s little tray. Nice.
We pull into the main train station, Hlavni Nadrazi, and our
ever-present steward helps us down with our bags. We’ve read about the best way to get to our
hostel, the Old Prague Hostel, and just need to know how to get tram tickets
for the number 5. That really shouldn’t
have been such a big deal, but the lady at the first “I” window was no help at
all. We went up a level and there found
a much more interested lady who sold us tickets and made sure we were heading
out the correct door.
With just a little luck we found our tram and rode the three
stops to our destination. That may sound
silly, but dragging a rolley bag along cobblestones isn’t much fun, and we’ve
been shopping, so our backpacks aren’t as slender as they once were,
either! Riding was by far the way to go!
The directions were good and we saw the yellow flags saying
Old Prague Hostel in no time. Of course,
reception is on the mezzanine (that would be second floor, for us) and you
can’t use the lift, so it was a haul to get there. But they had a cage in which we could leave
everything while we checked out the city before our room was available at
two. There is free coffee and tea in the
two lounge areas, and wifi if you can get it to cooperate, so we settle in to
gather our resources and plan our day.
(Did I mention that the key to the cage is attached to a red, stuffed
devil?)
There is a two-hour lunch cruise down the Vtlava River that
sounds good. That croissant won’t last
much longer! And there’s a 10% discount
for booking on line! Marilyn’s phone
likes the wifi better than mine does, so she does the honors and then we’re off
to explore. It’s that or fall asleep in
the lounge!
Yesterday the girls had told us that they spent three
wonderful days in Prague and that the whole city was like Krakov’s Market
Square! It’s all old and stunning! We’re off to find out!
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The red is a reflection from the Coke truck across the street! |
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Little did we know we'd be coming back here! |
We find a shop with real Czech handicrafts (harder than
you’d think!) and do some shopping, but now it is getting close to time for our
cruise. This becomes important later, because
I don’t take the time to stash everything the way I normally do.
We head for the Charles Bridge, another tourist icon, to
scope it out on the way to “our” bridge, from which our boat will be leaving.
Then it’s a quick march to Pier Number 5 where our e-ticket becomes a real
one. Shouldn’t have rushed so much,
there is enough time to walk along the river for a bit before we board The
Valencia.
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The Jewish Quarter is located in one corner or Old Town. |
There aren’t many people on our cruise and the buffet is available
during the entire two hours. As we board
we are each given a liqueur glass filled with a Czech liqueur called Becherovka.
Ohhh! I hope it comes in small bottles, so I can fit it in my suitcase! We choose a table and wait for the signal to
begin lunch. It comes as the boat gets
underway.
We figured that we should eat first, because we will be
coming back to the same place and anything we miss while eating we can catch
later. The buffet includes sliced meats
and cheeses, a penne salad, a tossed salad, roasted chicken, another kind of
chicken which was also quite tasty, roasted potatoes, rice with a kind of beef
stew to pour over it and what looked like some sort of broth-base soup. We went for the most filling things, which basically
meant everything but the soup! It was
all quite satisfying and would have been pretty perfect if the man two tables
down hadn’t found it necessary to carry on his continuous and far-ranging
conversation at quite a few too many decibels!
His table mate must be a saint!
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Tunnel |
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This is the only "beach" in Prague. The island in the river is covered with pecan trees. |
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The really dark one is the Powder Tower. |
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March of the Penguins, Czech style |
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Lockmaster? |
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The Dancing House, also knows as Fred and Ginger |
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Even the graffiti under the bridge is charming. |
Toward the end of the cruise dessert appeared downstairs and
I brought up a selection for us while Marilyn manned our table, and
goodies. There were bananas and
blueberries and kiwi pieces and two kinds of little cakes and an apple
pastry. There was also an accordionist
who played a selection of popular songs from back in the day. Very nice!
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Apparently anyone can sit and play! Chain optional! |
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This caught our eye! |
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Aha! |
Afterwards we walked along the river for a while then headed
roughly homeward, looking in windows for charms for our necklaces. Garnets are Prague’s big claim to fame, so
they were the order of the day. In one
shop we agree that a barrel with garnets would be just the ticket and while
Marilyn’s paperwork is being prepared, the jeweler offers to gold plate mine
(since I’m too cheap to buy much real gold anymore!) That sounds great and that’s when I realize
that my rush at the other store has had dire consequences. My card is gone.
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Absinthe |
Well, it’s time to go check in at the hostel anyway, so no
more shopping until I can call the bank and cancel the card. (Again, that phone plan sure is paying
off!) Once at the hostel we are faced
with another challenge. Although they
were happy to charge the deposit to my credit card, they now only want Euros or
Czech krona for our room. We don’t have
any Euros, of course, and not enough krona for five nights. We scrap together two-nights’ worth and will
go in search of an ATM in the morning.
Our room is up yet another floor; but the lift is now working! Yay!
But with both of us and our luggage in it, it refuses to close its door. Marilyn decides to walk up and leaves me in
the funky lift with our bags. I haven’t
pushed a button yet and it begins to rise.
Oh goodie. It goes to the fourth
floor where a man awaits. He’s going
down to two and helps me off with the
luggage. You might have guessed that
that was the wrong floor. I have to load
it all back in again and go down one more. It’s called the second floor but it
is really the third, and to get to it you push the number one. Maybe we can
change our plane tickets.
Once in our room, though, things look up. I am able to call the bank with no difficulty,
1-800-…., and it goes through! The young
woman cancels my card and assures me that the last charge on it is, indeed, the
last charge I made! Now if I can just
get the wifi to cooperate I can go online and check my balances before hitting
the ATM in the morning.
Hmmm. The wifi is
pretty iffy. Sometimes you can trick it
by turning the airport off and on and being really quick with what you want to
do! Perseverance is a wonderful thing,
and so are smart phones! Sometimes the
phone gets the signal when the computer won’t and vice versa! At any rate, I get all the bank stuff taken
care of and am able to post at least once on the blog. Marilyn has been blissfully sleeping through
all of this, which is wonderful. I wish
I had her gift for sleeping through noise and light! It’s now about eight-thirty and I’m hoping
she might want to get some supper, instead of just sleeping clear through to
breakfast!!
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View from our room; too bad, right? |
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Also from our room! |
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James Dean interior - actual light and color |
Ah yes, dinner would not go amiss! We stop at the desk and revisit the issue of
our rent, confirming the amount in kronas, since our email gave it in dollars
and Euros, and the last desk person only wanted kronas. We also ask about the closest ATM or
bankomat, and inquire about a restaurant with salads. The young man isn’t used to people who
actually eat out, and thought we wanted a grocery store to buy lettuce and
such!
Map in hand, we set off, eventually find the ATM and
negotiate the instructions successfully.
Then we look for AMOS, the restaurant he recommended. Instead we find James Dean. There are burly guards in black uniforms at
both doors, but we enter anyway. The
décor is black, white and red, with red lighting and pictures of James Dean and
his contemporaries adorning the walls.
The drink I order, because I deserve a drink!, is called a Screaming
Orgasm and contains Finlandia vodka, Amaretto, Kahlua, Baileys and cream.
Screamingly good! My dinner is a goat
cheese salad, but it’s unlike any I’ve had before! It’s described as containing
mixed-leaf salad, cucumbers, homemade dressing, carmel nuts, pears, and goat
cheese. What is doesn’t say is that the dressing is red and sweet (delicious)
and the goat cheese is a patty that is at least an inch tall and three inches
in diameter and has been baked so it is warm and amazing! It’s more orgasmic than the drink! I’m starting to feel better!
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Complete with signature! |
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Apparently this is how it looked! |
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This is what I saw! Amazing how light and color affect your perceptions! I thought the pears were odd but delicious tomatoes! |
Whatever goes on downstairs at the James Dean is the reason
for the security guards. They point the
way to the continual stream of young men who go straight down the stairs. In the whole time we are having dinner we
only see two women go down. I want to go
check it out but Marilyn won’t let me!
We find our way home, even though it’s dark and everything
looks different in the dark. Thank
goodness for those yellow flags! We go
upstairs and pay the rest of our bill. Even
that is complicated, but it’s finally done, and we settle into bed. There is some sort of club near us and the
kids are all lined up in the street waiting to get in. Sounds like they don’t need the club to
party! And someone is crashing glass
bottles and eventually I decide that having some quiet trumps the open windows
and ineffective breeze. Maybe it will
rain tomorrow night.
After reading your whole entry, I have a nice smile on my face. What a day of ups and downs and overs. It does look beautiful and your dinner at Jimmy Deans make me salivate. Travel is hard work!
ReplyDeleteGlad you're smiling! I guess all good things are hard work!
ReplyDeleteI agree completely with Ginger. She said it well. All's well that ends well, and the James Dean sounds like a hoot!
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