Transport is conveniently super easy. It certainly helps that the city is so small, but modes of transport - if not a taxi - are limited. The metro, the bus or the tram.
The metro is underground and unlike the complicated web that is Transport for London (TfL) underground service, the whole underground network is divided into 3 main lines in Prague. Line A is Green, Line B is Yellow and Line C is Red.
I printed off this very simple map to use. The metro operates between 5:00AM to midnight and takes about two to three minutes between trains departure and arrival - by far the best system I've ever seen in any country in Europe. The people on the platform look busy, in their own worlds.
I do notice the prolonged stares as I walk past, and the group of kids that look like they've seen a ghost.
I'm tempted to snap my fingers across their face or do a real-life Houdini on them and disappear as far as I could. Khalid's "Better" is ringing in my ear, and for this moment right here, I take a deep breath in and wait for the A train towards Skalka.
Racism? or just plain Naïve?
My hotel is at Vyšehrad station and a change over at Muzeum had me come across a small, quaint little store inside the station's quarters.
Two ladies are having some conversation at the counter.
The shop is alien to me, everything is written is huge fonts and colours, a strange outlandish language.
I wait. The ladies casually exchange slow conversation, probably about something ridiculous like what they should name their plants or the old chicken and egg adage. I wait. Ever so patiently. I kid you not, 5 whole minutes later, the lady in front of me shuffles out the store. Behind the counter, suddenly, this hunched cashier begins to stand. The Caucasian Czech lady, an old yet very heavily built, tall person stood looming over the counter, staring down at me through thick rimmed glasses.
I'm tired at this point. You made me wait. We aren't about to exchange polite anything. I hand over some AAA batteries and packet of crisps. Beside it, I place a crispy clean 1,000 Czech Koruna note. Fresssssh. You can't make this up, I wish I am.
She, without hesitation and so much as any eye contact, took my items and placed it swiftly under her counter.
Bending over, she leaned onto the wooden counter, took out a stashed newspaper and began a crossword. Like I wasn't standing there. It took 5 seconds. She'd dismissed me without dismissing me at all. I asked "English?" and without looking up, in a deep tone, I heard a mumble.
Alone, I walk out.
Second store. This one just opposite the first. Adamant now, I take the same items to the counter. Without so much as an acknowledgement, the lady stacking the M&Ms and Kinder Buenos, looked up and then, got back to stacking.
"English?" I ask. Nothing.
Nobody was behind the counter. Nobody came round to serve. The lady restocking continued to do so. Standing here, I'm not too sure what to do. Is this normal? I haven't considered the possibility that it may be the colour I wear on my skin, or how I'm dressed. My thoughts race to just rude people. Rude Rude people.
If you're of coloured skin, stay away from the Muzeum area- the locals aren't so friendly at all.
Room Please.. Pronto
I arrive at the extravagant Corinthia Hotel establishment at around 2PM.