This day did not go to plan. We wanted to tour on Segways - there were none left. We were told we had to visit a melting wall... Yet no local had heard of such a thing. Turned out we found the wonderfully named 'drip' wall in the end and we'd been about 100 metres away from it in the first place. Not really worth it although the owls were cool... Poor caged sods. Anyway we got over the excitement of the half natural half man-made excrement wall and nearly got run over by Brum. You see Prague has a lot of vintage brums running around ferrying unsuspecting grockles on short tours for substantial prices. Amazing where you can go in a Skoda for one million crowns.
Prague is rip-off territory. On day 1 we nearly paid £ 20 for a taxi to ferry us to our abode (a 5 minute drive)- fortunately we'd already discussed how much we were willing to dole out for this minute journey so we politely turned the con-artist down and used our powerfully built limbs.
Back to day 2 in Prague and we were pooped so it was time for a few games of billiards back in the hostel. Dan and I managed more fouls than you'd find in your village pond. Time to move out and Some of our bags were locked in the reception room. Make no mistake we had a train to catch and this was no laughing matter. We called our wonderful host and all was well- door was opened and bags were donned. An easy breeze past Darlings and we're back in the station.
Some time passed and then after a wee BK visit we boarded the night train. First. Ever. Bit scary tbh. Before boarding we met the lovely Rachael from Ausland. She was on a two month solo tour (!) of Europe before heading back to her native Canberra and it was also her first night train. Brave. Moving on, Smee the conductor greeted us. Well at least we think he did. For all we know he might as well have been greeting someone halfway down the platform. Okay and maybe it wasn't a greeting, gimme your tickets now!
The night train. What to say? Cosy. Three beds. One above the other. No room to move/swing a rat/do a little dance. Poor Mr shaw was inline for the top bunk due to it lacking in length. We wasted no time in disposing with the ready made beds in our prison cell so we could sit down instead. Smee the conductor wasn't pleased. 'silly boys' he proclaimed under his breath. Apparently we weren't supposed to turn the couchette into a seating area. Oh well too late. This turned out to be at our peril as we spent the next few hours figuring out how to transform our beds back so we could catch some much-needed shut-eye. Ben wasn't worried at all he explained as he wiped his forehead with his towel. This was like the crystal maze! The mission was to ready our beds without any assistance from Mr Smee as for sure he'd leave us sat in our seats till the morning light.
Dan and I had a brief tour of the next carriage (as that was as far as we could get). Turns out we got the posh carriage. The next carriage was a product of the dark ages apart from the windows one of which nearly took my hand off as it automatically closed itself on our brief tour. The residents were savouring the moment with card games and any other distractions which could help them from the misery of no sleep. Something of which I got virtually none of either due to a blind that wouldn't close and being shunted around various Czech sidings en-route Krakow. Bring on Polski.