Eliza’s alarm roused me at 5:30am, and I hastily shut it off, hoping everyone was still in dreamland. I began dressing, tiptoeing about the room, and gathering my camera bag into my arms. Having successfully crept from the room, I walked downstairs, nodded to the sleepy receptionist and emerged onto the streets of Prague under a deep blue sky. What crazy idea was it that caused me to clop down the streets like a solitary horse wandering from home? I wanted to photograph the sunrise in Prague, and by my calculations, the Charles Bridge was my best bet. That meant I had to wake up at 5:30 to give myself enough time to reach the bridge before sunrise. We were leaving this day, and it was my only chance for these photographs.
After completing my photo shoot, I went back to the hostel with stiff fingers from the morning chill, but with a proud smile on my face. At the hostel I flopped down to snag a few more hours of sleep. We left Prague at 11:17am, slept for most of the train ride, and woke at 6:30pm in Budapest.
The trip to Prague was incredible, and I am hoping I’ll have the chance to see this city again. If you would like to read from the beginning of our Prague journey, please click here. Or go to my “Trips” category.