We left Weesenstein and headed on to Prague. As in 1993, the minute we crossed the border we started seeing prostitutes along the road. (No, we didn't. :-)) The roads are two lane most of the way and go through lots of little towns. So, the going is quite slow. We were excited to come to a newly completed autobahn. But, no sooner had we gotten on it then we were stopped by the police. We were suppose to have purchased a sticker to use the autobahn (about $20 - good for the year). The policeman tried to get us to pay a huge fine, but let us go when he found we had no Czech money. We had to stop at the next rest area and purchase the pass - along with a lot of other travelers. Presumably there were signs at the border crossing indicating this, although we certainly hadn't seen any.
We arrived in Prague about three o'clock to lots of traffic. It's always a challenge in central Europe to first find, then read the street names! We eventually found our hotel, the Krystal, where we had stayed in 1993 for a conference. It is a bit out of town, but on a tram line. Not fancy, but the price was right! We garaged Erik's car and headed to the main square for dinner.
Here's the main square
This famous clock does it's thing every hour to hoards of people looking on.
This is a stitched image of the municipal building. The perspective is a bit off, but the best we can do.
This is a view after emerging from one of the subway stations (Musek). WHICH way is McDonalds? :-)
We went to an internet cafe in Prague as Walt needed to e-mail his sister. Imagine our surprise when one of the remote sites listed in telnet was RIT!
The left photo is of the main gate. The right was taken from this gate the next day. Notice the castle on the hill.
Views from below,
where we had lunch
On a later day, there was an attempt to get Walt's wallet in a typical ploy - three guys entered a subway car in front of Walt and prevented him from moving forward. Two others crowded him from behind. Fortunately the train lurched forward and Walt grabbed behind him for a pole, but got instead the thumb and forefinger of one of the guys in his pocket. The would be pickpockets shouted at Walt for "stepping on their feet", "grabbing them", etc. and nonchalantly got off at the next stop.
Trip Report 4
Nan C. Schaller