What a beautiful city Prague is! We stayed at a hotel about 3/4
mile from Hradcany, the castle district. After we arrived, we walked
over (in the rain), across the Charles Bridge, and got a great view
of the tower, all lit up. The rain wasn't too bad, but since it
was freezing out, the ice made the cobblestones very slippery.
We decided to take a cab back to the hotel. What a ride that was!
Just imagine a small, old VW Rabbit, with bald tires, going over
these slick cobblestones. Now imagine it at 70 miles per hour.
the picture? I don't know why we feel so safe in cabs when they
drive like maniacs - it's a bit surreal to sit in the back, thinking "wow - I'd never do that".
I guess we think that since the cabbie is still alive, he must
know what he's doing.
It's 1:00 in the morning, and we're hungry. We ask the cabbie to
take us to a "restaurant". He motions his hand to his mouth, as
if drinking. "Beer"? I motion with my hands to my mouth, as if eating.
"Restaurant food." He's puzzled. I continue, "Halushky. Capusta.
Strudle. Big Mac."
The cabbie gets the picture. Off we go, for quite a long time. Dan
thinks he's running up the fare. I'm still in my surreal state.
So where would a cabbie take two people who tell him "restaurant"?
Methinks he'd choose a place that tourists like to go to. Methinks
wrong. We end up at Jan's Pool Hall on some back alley. Methinks
we need to provide more direction to cabbie. "Hey, expensive food.
Boris (we've given him a nickname by now) nods, and takes off.
We end up in front of a no-tell Motel, just a block away. He's
not getting it. We give up. "Palace Hotel". That's where we're
Boris nods, happily. He can service us now that he figured us out.
Dan's happy we're getting out of the cab. I'm happy we've completed
our Password game. Everyone's happy, except for my stomach.
Even that got happy. We went inside, ordered room service, and collapsed.
Not a bad start to Prague.