After arriving at Prague bus station and stashing our bags we jumped on the Metro to go and meet Katka. Finally we found her and headed into the city. We stopped for lunch at this little pub on Wenceslas Square, which was full of locals. We then headed to the Old Town square and the last time I saw this was in winter and you could have counted the number of people on 2 peoples hands. This time it was absolutely chokers full of tourists. Way too many.
We had 100 pounds left over and wanted to get some Czech currency. Sounds simple eh? The problem we had was that they were Scottish notes, the same notes we were using in London. We had to go to 5 or 6 banks before we could get our hands on some Korunas. With that task completed we walked through the sea of tourists at the Astrological clock, being abused by some short woman as I was passing through as she could not see the clock. Gee, sorry for eating my greens lady. We stopped a little further on and watched the clock tick over to the hour. Then we crossed the river over famous Charles bridge and walked up to the Petrin tower, via the cable car up the hill. We climbed the tight clockwise 290 steps of the tower to enjoy the splendid views of Prague.
Then it was down the stairs, down the hill over the bridge and up to the station to pick up our bags for a 50 minute train trip to Kolin, where Katka lived. We thought we were sweet scoring a cabin, until the ticket holders came in. So we sat there in the corridor and watched them drink their rum for the trip. Once arriving at Kolin we ate a little dinner, in translation it comes out as “Drowned people”. But don’t worry it was just a name for a form of pickled sausages. But they are really nice. The best part was yet to come. After sleeping on busses for the past 2 nights a bed was a most welcome relief.