Day 10: Murren to Prague
|One last shot, from the train|
Weather: Getting hot; THB, DB and SC take a series of trains and trams to the airport so the most important thing is to sit on the shady side of the conveyance; it’s in the 80s in Prague, we dine outside at 9pm with no problem
|Our luggage transport on the first train/tram|
|Amongst the scaffolding|
Windows were shakin' all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this mornin' and I looked at the same old page
Same old rat race, life in the same old cage.
|A train full of vans|
Breakfast at hotel, then check-out. Dinner en suite (alcohol and already purchased snacks) was $40 (hey, alcohol is expensive here and the wine turned out to be something like ¾ of a bottle). The room and breakfast charge was $325 per night and our share of last night’s dinner was $110. THB suspects that N&T picked up the wines served with dinner, very nice of them. Can’t confirm, since they left very early today.
|Airport art with a very close attribution|
Lunch on one of our train legs: prosciutto and bread purchased in Murren, $12, two bottles of water gifted by the hotel, and SC provides some excellent cherries.
As we’re leaving Bern, THB spies a few Tour de France vans; the stage yesterday finished in Bern (Sagan won by maybe an inch in a sprint finish where they we’re probably going 60K/hr) and today is a rest day. That’s about as close as THB has been to the actual race since 1989 when we were in Pau a day or two after the race came through or on a country road in 2008 near Toulouse, again off by a day or two.
|Biz class = regular seats with and empty in between|
|Biz class meal is pretty decent: good cheeses, nice potato salad and a very good dessert (THB only samples)|
The three of us depart around 10:30 and we’re at the airport at 2, resting up in the Swiss lounge. It’s very nice except for the woman near us on her cell phone followed by a guy on his phone; at least they weren’t talking in English, so we couldn’t eavesdrop.
|Hipster Hotel Josef|
|Street art above the intersection to the right of our hotel|
The flight is only a few minutes late, the Hotel Josef has arranged a pickup at the airport. The driver points out the sights along the route: the hotel is in the old part of town.
|We ate in the back patio|
|A gastro pub that doesn't make their own food!|
Check in and then head to a famous local spot right down the street, Lokal Dlouhaaa; there’s a 40 minute wait (at 8:20). Back to the hotel and they recommend the Prague Beer Museum Pub. It’s down the street and to the right, just past Lokal.
We share a small beer tasting (Uneticke, Zatec Baronka, Ferdinand, Double IPA, and Matuska), ribs, French fries, and cold wurst with sauerkraut, $28 (yep, things just got a lot cheaper). There’s a note on the menu: the food comes from Fast Food San Nicola; the Museum gastro pub does not have a kitchen.
Get back and unpack and THB’s Dopp kit is missing (the usual stuff: meds, toothbrush, shaving stuff, etc;). Hmmmmm….THB thinks it could still be in the Zurich airport at security. It's a first, THB has always managed to keep his athlete's foot cream and dental floss close at hand.
Welcome to a drug-free Czech Republic!
(actually, it appears that over half the people awake after 9pm smoke; only THB will be forgoing meds for the next few days)
Book Review: Heat and Light, Jennifer Haigh (novel); a great fiction companion to one of THB’s top 2016 books, A Field Philosopher’s Guide to Fracking by Adam Briggle. Both involve small towns infected by fracking: small towns fighting big oil and gas. Lots of local color, plenty of the locals impacted, the fight of instant money versus long-term health, one true and one obviously based on the truth. Recommended, especially if you read Adam’s book as well