An Old Soak in Prague

Tuesday.

It snowed this morning and then it rained and rained and rained........and then for good measure it rained some more. Merl's huge bag obviously contained an umbrella as did Raul's flight bag......mine did not.

We set off up a hill outside the hotel. When we got to the top we discovered - the top. On the way along the ridge we stumbled into a restaurant to shelter from the rain and left drips and mud trails on the highly polished marble floor. We couldn't help noticing that an umbrella stand miraculously appeared in the doorway, after we had sat down. It wouldn't have made any difference to me, I didn't have one. I just sat there and dripped.

On the way down we tried to get a ticket for a funicular but the ticket machine swallowed Merl's cash and stared blankly at him. I guess the works or tickets or both were waterlogged.

After more goulash and dumplings we were sluiced across the Charles Bridge towards the river and pinpointed a cellar bar for that evening.

By the evening we had decided on travel by public transport using tickets bought from the hotel reception. We trammed our way to various bars and Raul managed his second Goulash of the day declaring it "Excellent". The bar had a pair of old boots on a plate rack and the music was Scottish traditional including "The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen". Very strange.On the way back to the hotel we found another bar.

Locked out of the hotel again.