If you just stumbled on this post and aren’t sure what we’re doing in Prague, check out our first post in this travel series––a stop in Munich. You can also check out the later posts about the trip, including Athens/Santorini, Florence/Rome and Budapest.
Everything that I’m about to tell you really happened.
It’s almost laughable, how many things went wrong within the course of the 48 hours we were in Prague. Just two months after the events in question, this sorry chapter of our whirlwind European adventure has already taken a half-step into the realm of legend.
We’ve told these stories so many times now that they’ve taken on that I’m-going-to-tell-my-grandkids-about-this quality. Normally, when a story gets into rocking-chair, worthy-of-the-grandkids territory, it tends to get embellished over time in the name of good storytelling. The twelve-pound fish you caught becomes the monstrous forty pounder that nearly tore your arm off. The canoe that nearly tipped over after you dropped an oar in the water actually did tip over and you had to swim two miles back to shore.
Well, there’ll be no need for exaggeratin’ here. I’m going to tell you about Prague exactly as we experienced it. There was a lot of good (walking through St. Vitus Cathedral, seeing Beethoven’s handwritten annotations on his 4th and 5th Symphonies in Lobkowicz Palace, finding surprisingly good Chinese food in our search for a green vegetable in a sea of starch and brown gravy), and the bad was…pretty bad. But we’ll get to that.
(Ha. Fish, Pizza, Burgers, Sandwiches, and Salads. Mmmm…Czech Cuisine!)
After our leisurely layover day traipsing through the streets of Munich, we hopped on an evening plane for Prague. After what couldn’t have been longer than a 20 minute flight, we were charging through the Václav Havel airport trying to find the right bus to the Airbnb we’d commissioned for the next two days.
As it turned out, a busted boiler had flooded our night’s accommodations. Our Airbnb host did some quick work of finding another apartment for us to stay in. After a bus ride and a couple subway transfers, we arrived in what looked like the outskirts of the city. There was barely a fellow human in sight, save a few locals having late-night dinners in a couple dingy restaurants outside the subway station.
After a lot of confused wandering through dark streets, looking for the right building number, we arrived at the building in question. We knocked on a front window, and an equally confused-looking guy pulled back the curtains. “Uh…we’re the Airbnb people?” was all I said.
Long story short, the beautiful, airy (and cheap) two bedroom apartment we’d originally planned for gave way to a single bedroom, an awkward shower, and a white pleather sofa bed. But our spirits were still high. We had wifi, the crispy ham we got in Munich, and a loaf of bread. More than enough to make us happy. That night, the three of us––my sister, cousin, and I––all squeezed onto the bed and went to sleep, looking forward to the next day.
Day 2. Things started out innocently enough. We took a lovely stroll through Old Town Square, and wandered into random churches.
And then…we decided to cross the Charles Bridge to walk up to Prague Castle. Which is when the bad stuff started happening. My sister was promptly pick-pocketed, and we ran into a hostel, piggy backing on their wifi to call home and get our parents to freeze her accounts. An experience, I suppose, that no post-grad Euro-trip does without.
No love from the saints lining the bridge.
Or from Charles IV. The smug bastard.
Shaking off this latest misfortune, we trudged up the hilly streets toward Prague Castle. The castle was great, and St. Vitus Cathedral had some of the most impressive stained glass we’d ever seen.
After that, however, we decided to find a police station to report the robbery and generally be good law-abiding citizens. The practiced, uninterested manner with which the police officer handed over the English-language police report form told us that it definitely wasn’t his first time at this particular rodeo.
Day 3. When the proverbial shiitake mushrooms (this being a family site, after all) hit the fan. So, backstory. When we first arrived in Prague, and I took out money, I decided to take out 2000 CZK, or about $80. The lovely ATM spit out this massive 2000 CZK note, and it was like Monopoly money in my pocket. Everyone refused to break it. I had to use a credit card for most purchases, including subway tickets.
So we find ourselves in one subway station on the morning of the third day of our trip. This particular station doesn’t have a machine that takes cards––only cash, in the form of coins. Which I––the Monopoly banker with 2 large in her pocket––don’t have. We go to the kiosk, hoping to find an attendant to buy tickets from. Deserted. The convenience store? No one will break a 2000 CZK note even if I buy 10 candy bars. We decide that we’re going to get on the train, get off at the next stop, and buy tickets there. Hopefully there will be a machine that takes credit cards, we hope (in what turned out to be the most misguided decision of the entire trip).
You see, the Prague metro system involves getting a ticket and validating it to get in, but there isn’t anything blocking you from just walking on through. Thus far, we hadn’t seen anyone checking for tickets. Some locals just walked straight ahead, without a glance toward the ticket machines. We’ll be fine for one stop, we thought. Right?
WRONG.
At the next stop, we were stopped by a burly Czech dude in a blue uniform. “TICKETS?” he shouted. Oh boy.
I won’t go into the gory details here, but I will tell you that the experience involved the guy asking for our passports, my paranoid sister (she had been pickpocked after all) thinking that he was going to steal those passports and sell them on the black market, a gaggle of suspicious locals looking at the uniformed officer with much skepticism and shouting (they were pointing at our passports and shaking their heads as if to say, “You’re not a cop! You’re going to steal those passports and sell them on the black market!”), and the guy physically assaulting us when we tried to ask for our passports back.
To their credit, a bunch of old ladies and a local Czech guy went to bat for us, asking to see the goon’s badge. The whole experience came to a fever pitch with my sister practically tackling the guy, snatching the passports from his grubby grip, turning to me, and shouting, “Sarah! RUN!”
At which point, I ran. It was a serious Taken moment. One half expected Liam Neeson to come barreling down the tunnel any minute brandishing a revolver.
We didn’t get away. The guy eventually caught us, and forced us to pay a $100 fine. We don’t suggest that you tackle security guards in Prague. I’m pretty sure we were lucky we didn’t go to jail. My advice is, if you find yourself in Prague, get coins for the subway AT ALL COSTS.
So…to recap. Prague = busted boiler/flooded apartment, white pleather sofa bed, pickpocket on the Charles Bridge, an evening filling out forms at the police station, and nearly getting our identity stolen/led to a jail cell in the underground metro system.
All told, Prague will go down in the books as one of the craziest stays in a foreign country I’ve ever had.
Next stop, Greece, where things were a bit more relaxed. Thank God.
Just coming on to comment that I had a similar experience in Prague. In my case a street tram in town. The ticket kiosk at the station was out of order. The man in the newspaper shop next to it told me to just get on the tram and tell the driver you need to pay him. Got on – driver shook his head and waived me toward the back of the tram. OK fine. Next thing I know, (coincidence? highly doubtful) two uniformed cops get on, make a beeline for me and demand my ticket, and then my passport, and also order me off the tram. Shakedown ensues. Since I don’t have the full fine, they say they have to haul me in, but instead will take pity on me and just take whatever cash I have on hand. After emptying my purse, I was ok to go. Of course, I no longer have any cash to pay for my meal at the cash-only restaurant where I’d been headed. Never going back to that city.
I had a similar experience in Prague… will laugh at it now, but it sure wasn’t funny then. We had tickets but ran over the allotted time because the bus that we needed to transfer to was very late and a few skipped the stop entirely (too packed).
This guy (no uniform) headed over to us almost immediately when he boarded, seemed obvious that he was targeting tourists. It was ridiculous because we were over the expiration time by 10-20min—we would have happily paid the extra $1-2usd for the longer timed ticket, if we had known. The ticket validator guy insisted on fining us and threatened to put us in jail when we argued back. The lady at the airport info desk tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Ended up paying him $120 usd from the ATM (no time to fight him, had a flight to catch)… Left Prague on a sour note
Makes for interesting travel memories though!
Wow, Christina, sounds really similar indeed! Thanks for sharing––I think that stories like these are great for helping others travel smart to avoid these kinds of things and just enjoy their time in whatever place they’re visiting. :)
My takeaway from situations such as yours is that a) you survived, and b) you learned a lot from it, which you’re sharing with the world. These ‘adventures’ always make good dinner stories!
Not looking forward to all the cash/change I’ll have to use when I’m there in November (so used to just using my card everywhere) – I always head to a bank to get them to break large notes.
Thanks Christabel, you’re a wise woman. :)
Oh Man. Give Prague a second chance. We had no problems during our 4 days there.
I often have the large-note-currency-problem; it is very common in Eastern Europe and South America. My solution: I walk into a bank a change it for smaller bills. There’s no charge for that.
Thanks for the tip, Denise! Yes, I’ll definitely have to go back. :)
Sorry to hear about the Prague drama. My sister was there in July and she got pick-pocketed on Charles Bridge too! Your blog has provided me with tons of cooking inspiration, so thank you for that! Just wondering what camera do you use for your lovely pictures?
Hi Samantha–it really is the worst! Hope she wasn’t too down about it! I tried to not let it ruin the trip. Anyways, we use a Nikon D3200. And thanks for your lovely comment!
Wow. Sounds like a horrible ordeal. That’s really sad to hear, since Prague is such a wonderful city! At least, you can look back to this and have a laugh (like we did, reading your hilarious description) :)
We hope Greece was better, even though we have similar issues in Athens. There’a s huge wave of immigrants and refugees coming to Greece in the last months and we’re totally unprepared to cope with this as a nation(plus the country is bankrupt, so there are some issues in downtown Athens).
And…there’s always a chance to stumble upon an overzealous officer, in which case it’s better to SAY to him/her you’re a tourist. At least we know -in some degree- how to treat to tourists, with an appropriate hospitality:)
Let’s hope your next visit to Prague will be better!:)
Hugs,
Panos and Mirella
Thanks guys! We’ll keep those tips in mind. :)
I think Prague is the city travel stories you tell over and over (though mine is not nearly as extreme as yours!). On my way out of Prague I got up early to use the computer in the hostel before going to catch a bus to Vienna with friends. As I finished my email I noticed the time on the computer was later than it should be, which got me worried because it meant our bus was in 30 minutes. I went to talk to a staff member, who struggled to find the words in English but landed on “it is the time of change”….DAYLIGHT SAVINGS!! Cue mad rush to get all my friends out of bunks, packed, and across the city and magically onto our bus. The best moment was when we sat down on the bus, relieved but hungry and dazed, and my friend pulled a loaf of bread, bananas, and a jar of nutella out of her backpack.