On to Prague.


There was light drizzle when we checked out of the purple suite. Back down the hill and across the Labe. The last crossing and our last view of the river. cycle.travel directed us to Prague along a route that crossed the canal at the locks and bridge that we had seen, looking down from the top of the hill the previous evening.


Looking back along the canal. While we were parked for this photograph, two elderly (our age!) couples (that we had noticed at our pension breakfast) passed us, presumably also on their way to Prague. I was surprised to learn that we were not always to last to get started each morning.


The day continued overcast, through nondescript countryside. Pleasant enough but nothing special. All the same, it was our last day riding and we felt a little sad about that.



Our suggested route wanted us to cross a bridge that had a barrier across it. There didn't seem to be any alternatives so, hoping we weren't breaking any serious Czech law that would have us languishing indefinitely, forgotten, in an uncomfortable cell, we rode around the barrier.


But we weren't the only scofflaws so we could breathe a little more easily.


On the way into Prague and in traffic again, after a shoulder check, I changed lanes in anticipation of an approaching left turn. And was clipped by a passing car. Where did that come from? I hit the ground as all surrounding traffic screeched to a halt. The 'offending' car (more likely, the cyclist was the offender) parked up as soon as possible and a concerned young Czech hurried back to make sure I was not injured. Shaken a little, but not injured. Luckily. I'm fairly certain the problem was rider error, rather than driver error. A couple of scrapes was small price to pay for a warning to take a little more time on these shoulder checks. My seventy-year-old body is not as flexible as it once was; maybe a mirror might be a good investment?


Rider error notwithstanding, traffic in Prague seemed quite aggressive and it was not a difficult decision to leave our bikes safely in the hotel room and to explore the city on foot for the few days that we had before our flight back to London.
















That's it, folks. For this trip, at least. 

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