You want to see Prague in one day? You’re crazy. Prague has so much to offer… Its exquisite aesthetic, its cultural monuments and exhibits, its gorgeous architecture, and its amazing food, coffee and beer will leave you in tears on the Charles Bridge wondering just how you’re going to see and do it all. However, it can be done. It will be done. And here’s how.
I never want to leave Prague. The food is inspired, the coffee is incredible, and the beer is some of the best in the world.
This suits my style of travel particularly well. For me, the best way to discover a new place is through its food scene. Sure, we walked across the Charles Bridge, visited Prague Castle and made our way around the obvious sights — fighting off swarms of tourists in the process — but the highlights for me were those moments of true edible discovery.
The burger scene in Berlin is ridiculous. I’ve never met a city so infatuated with the things, with competition running stronger and tastier as each month passes. Every time I get around to trying a new burger, five more seem to appear. And thus, I have developed this noble and endless quest to find Berlin’s perfect patty.
Budapest is one of Europe’s major weekend destinations for a reason. The cultural influences of both East and West and the mark of ‘Goulash Communism’ have created an intriguing and picturesque city. A city full of (mostly) untouched architecture, awesome food and scenes so incredibly stunning it’ll take all your strength to stop taking excessive amounts of photos because its getting dark and you’ve been walking the same stretch for two hours now.
The coffee in Berlin is fantastic. The third wave coffee scene has completely taken over, and roasters and baristas are incredibly passionate about their specific styles, techniques, equipment and, most importantly, the beans.
We settled into our first apartment in Neukölln – the latest Berlin borough to be hailed as the centre of all things ‘hip’ – and began to explore our new surroundings.
Sydney to New York to Berlin.
Joe and I were in the depths of an immigration nightmare. He had outstayed – and we had both outgrown – Australia, and I wasn’t allowed back on American soil without some form of visa/approval/impossible bullshit piece of paper that proved I’ve never kissed the lips of satan or pinched a police officer on the ass.