After much struggling on a very busy train where most of the seats were reserved, we found our way into a compartment where an Asian couple were taking up two thirds of the space with their luggage. We squeezed in and settled down for the journey.
The train took such a picturesque route, hugging a river and winding through a mountain range past quaint villages. Siân spent most of the journey standing in the corridor looking out of the window.
Once arrived in Prague, we took a metro and a tram then walked a little way to the hostel. It was clean and well-equipped, although, as in every other hostel, the promised kitchen didn't materialise. There were four other beds in our room, the inhabitants of which changed daily.
That evening, we ate at a nearby Mexican restaurant, 7 Tacos, which was both cheap and incredibly cheerful.
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