Day Nine - Czech Out My Melody

As you can see I love a good pun, then again who doesn't?

Armed with only a map the soldier of fortune burst out on the streets of Prague, ready to see some sights. I decided the trams could hit a bolt, and I would walk everywhere. Big mistake. Prague is a hilly bitch of a city, and I hadn't really taken this into account. This decision would come back to bite me in the ass big style later on.

First off, I headed towards the old city square, passing loads of cool buildings on the way. There was however, one building I couldn't pass by. Footlocker. The feeling I get when seeing a new footlocker is akin to a religious zealot stumbling upon an unlooked for relic or artefact. I think. Anyway I went in and ended up buying a new Adidas hoody, yaldy.

After that detour I ended up at the old city square, which was worth walking to. There were some cool churches around the edge and a big ass fountain in the middle, banging. You can see from my use of such technical terms as "big ass" and "banging" that I'm a real architectural buff.

Up ahead I the distance, I saw a shimmering light. Well not a shimmering light exactly but a gothic castle on top of a massive hill, close enough. Remember people there is always an excuse for using Eagles lyrics. Anyway my next destination seemed clear to me, I was going to climb this massive hill to go to the castle.

This is where the decision to tell the trams to jam it came back and struck me down like a bolt of lightning. By the time I was halfway up I was gasping for a drink, and by the time I was at the top I was truly fucked (apologies for my use of French, but as Billy Connolly says if someone can tell me another word to use which conveys the same sentiment, I'll gladly use it).

I had a seat for half an hour to bask in the glory of climbing the hill, and watched as people older and in worse shape than me happily strode up the hill as if it was flat. I really need to quit the fags and hit the gym. After walking about the castle for a bit (which was awesome, everything in this city is) I walked for miles right across the other side of the city to get back to the hostel.

I must have lost at least 3 stone in sweat alone from all the walking, and speaking of sweat I went for a shower as I was stinking. Had a few drinks in the evening with some Geordie lasses from my dorm, and headed for my bed as I had to be up early for the train to Vienna the next morning. All in all, a good day was had by all.