Walk across the Charles Bridge in Prague

“By my 6th hour in Prague I was no longer sweating, but only because my body had run out of all liquid. I had, instead, achieved an appearance akin to Violet Bauregarde except I was a dry red tomato and not a juicy blueberry. My lips were cracking and my fingers had swollen into little vienna sausages. As I walked across the majestic Charles Bridge, the sun beating down mercilessly on my head, I looked at the gorgeous Prague skyline laid out in front of me, and wished I had stayed home.”

“What a tourist trap! We walked along the bridge on our second morning, and it was absolutely packed with people. On one side of the bridge, every few metres, there were caricaturists and vendors selling bracelets and various bits of tat. At least they didn’t hassle you or give the hard sell.”