Pretty Prague

We are currently on our third day in Prague and it’s rained a little every day.  We have even had to add two blankets to our sheets on the bed as its cold at night.

After leaving our first Czech camp we headed for Rasna, to a small camp that was very much a local Czech campsite far off the beaten tourist trails.  It was lovely and relaxing walking in the forest along the pools.

Whilst there Daryl did a repair (#2) to his favourite jandals as they keep falling apart on him.

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Prague also meant the replacement mirror ordered about 10 days earlier was awaiting us and was promptly fitted into its rightful place.  Our temporary mirror had done us proud though and is packed away (just in case)

(Our 1000 mile an hour tape is fantastic for all these jobs)

We caught the tram to Prague central on Thursday and wandered the streets of both new and old towns, before heading over the bridge to look at the castle, and walked over famous Charles Bridge.  We also stopped at the Prague’s historic clock in the central part of old town.  Prague is a truly beautiful city that impressed us both immensely.

Our camp is also very lovely, well groomed lawns, gardens and clean, tidy bathrooms.  It’s a tiny camp, and is full to capacity each night we us all squeeze closely together.  We have had a large range of nationalities at this camp, ranging from Belgium, Dutch, Swedish, German, French, Asian, English, Czech, Irish, Latvian, Russian and Polish.  As a result we now have contact details for both Sweden and Ireland – I hope they know what they were doing!

Today after a late start due to having visitors for breakfast and light drizzle we biked along the Vltava River to Bohnice.  We had no destination in mind, just took the right turn instead of the recommended left (that would have taken us into Prague) and biked along the river bank’s cycle track about 3.5km before heading inland and upwards  (a constant, but slight incline for 2 km) to the district.  It was an eye opener seeing all the huge concrete block apartment buildings, side by side, one after the other.  We felt so lucky to live in beautiful New Zealand.

Once there we lunched with the locals at this crowded pub, they couldn’t speak English and of course the menu was in Czech so we just went eneg meeng miney mo to pick and ended up with two lunches that were most enjoyable, although my arteries are glad I didn’t get Daryl’s meal of a fried Camembert cheese wheel, with tartare sauce and potatoes.  I got chicken steak with hot chillies on top.  (sorry no photos didn't want to look too much like a bloody tourist)

Tomorrow we are on the road again.