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So my next stop was Prague which, it turns out, is the very place where Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen. I would have to agree with the rumour that Prague is a magnificent city, although there was an unbelievable number of tourists, particularly loud drunken British men who seem to travel in packs of 15-20.
I managed to lose my passport in a car after I was generously offered a ride to my hostel from the train station. Fortunately, it was returned to me by Laura, who I had exchanged e-mail addresses with on the train. Thanks again Laura! I thought I was going to be stuck in the Czech Republic for a long while.
I stayed in a hostel on a river island in the city centre, which is a pretty cool location. It was a pretty fun place and I met a handful of people from different places. I even spent the good part of a day in an English pub watching rugby with an Aussie and a Brit. The major sites I saw were the huge Prague Castle and the Jewish Quarter, where I got a very brief tour of the
new-old (or old-new?) Synagogue. And of course I did a lot of wandering, which is a very effective and cheap way to see a city.
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Trina
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Message for James King
Hi Timbo, cool pics, I love that drippy house and I want to live there. Please tell James what the five fingers said to the face when you see him. Cheers.