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Czech Republic, 1997

On our first day in Prague, Sarah and I walked to the Vltava River dotted with islands and onto the Charles Bridge lined with statues. We headed to Stare Mesto and found the Church of Our Lady in front of Týn overlooking the old town square.

The square was in a festive mood with a Christmas tree, manger of animals and free gluhwein. We saw the astronomical clock strike the hour as little men came out of the clock windows. I loved the gothic feel of the city and couldn’t wait to explore more.

Back at the hostel which doubled as a tavern we tried the illegal 75% proof local speciality absinthe, which is also meant to have opium in it. I had one shot and had to stumble up the stairs to my loft bedroom to pass out.

We caught the one hour train to Kutna Hora the next day to visit the Kostnice Sedlec church which has the bones of 40,000 people inside. There are skull and cross bones everywhere and a chandelier made with every bone in the body. It really spun me out!

We crossed the Charles Bridge to Mala Strana with its green, gold and white buildings. We saw the imposing St Nicholas church and walked up to Prague Castle. A band was playing in the windows of the buildings surrounding Hradcanske Square and the palace guards were very friendly- so we stayed to watch the changing of guard.

Heading further into the castle, we saw the church of St George and St Vitus Cathedral and found the short houses on the golden lane where alchemists tried to turn lead into gold.

We headed down the hill to see the John Lennon wall- most of which was falling off.

On our last day in Prague, we went to Vysehrad Fortress. Of the fortress’s three entry gates, Leopold Gate was the nicest. We saw the cute little St Martin Rotunda and went to a lookout point with a view of Prague Castle. We found a tiny stage theatre and the Church of St Peter and Paul which dominates the fortress.

My favourite part of the fortress was Libuse’s Bath which is virtually hanging off the cliff over the Vltava River. I walked into Libuse’s Bath and thought that I could easily fall into river from here.

We headed back to the old town square in Prague and enjoyed the Christmas stalls before we boarded our train to Germany.

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