Prague
We were hurled out of the Metro, luggage in tow, onto one of the most beautiful streets I've ever seen. We made our way to the hostel, where I was politely informed by an employee from Haagen Dazs that I had a sticker on my bum. After a payphone ate all my change without letting me make my call, leaving me only a washer in the coin catch, we were met at the stairs to the hostel by a man called Serge. He explained that because we were staying for so long, he had organised alternative accommodation for us. We were understandably suspicious, but insatiably curious.
He kindly relieved me of my suitcase, and we wove our way up and through more gorgeous streets until we came to a shop front. After opening a series of doors and leading us in and then out of a tiny elevator, he showed us to our new lodgings. We gawked up at our double-storey, fully re-furbished loft apartment, complete with full amenities, en suite bathroom, wrought-iron spiral staircase and a washer/dryer. We instantly suspected that something could be amiss when he failed to check our passports and suggested we pay at the end of our stay, rather than settling the bill then and there. We insisted payment be made prior to his leaving. After ducking down to Tesco to grab some food, the next few hours were spent speculating and erecting make-shift booby traps at all exits using mops, brooms and an ironing board.
An unsettled night's sleep, but albeit in up-market surrounds.
TBC
He kindly relieved me of my suitcase, and we wove our way up and through more gorgeous streets until we came to a shop front. After opening a series of doors and leading us in and then out of a tiny elevator, he showed us to our new lodgings. We gawked up at our double-storey, fully re-furbished loft apartment, complete with full amenities, en suite bathroom, wrought-iron spiral staircase and a washer/dryer. We instantly suspected that something could be amiss when he failed to check our passports and suggested we pay at the end of our stay, rather than settling the bill then and there. We insisted payment be made prior to his leaving. After ducking down to Tesco to grab some food, the next few hours were spent speculating and erecting make-shift booby traps at all exits using mops, brooms and an ironing board.
An unsettled night's sleep, but albeit in up-market surrounds.
TBC