We got up and headed to the Marianplatz, to see the clock do its funky thing. At 11:00, it obligingly does. It's very tragic, the bells play a tune while a Baverian knight skewers an Austrian knight.

[View of the Marianplatz.]

Then we saunter over to the beer garden for some lunch. Dünkel beer only comes in ½ litre bottles. I have a Wurstsalat, which is another example of Baveria's sausage-and-garlic fixation. Cathy claims a complete lack of edible food, and buys a banana. Then we decide to buy some souvenirs. We ask some natives in a bar where to buy litre glasses. They send us to the local department store, Kaufhof, where we purchase an unfeasible number of beer containers. We then head to the train station, wondering if our purchases are sensible.

We board our train to the Czech Republic, which storms through Germany, and then crawls through the Czech Republic. We arrive in Prague to meet the biggest crowd of room hawkers we've yet seen. Not only do they plug their own rooms, they also inform us that the opposition is miles out of town. We fight our way through them, despite Cathy appearing to attract them like flies around dog poo, and decide to take the Strawberry Hostel recommended by the bod in Vienna.

After getting cash of the machine, we buy a bottle of water to get change for the metro. We hurry out of the station [Cathy's dead worried about it] following blokey's map. The map turns out to be excellent, the route takes us through Mornington Crescent (I kid you not) to "Hiro Jallibud" (actually "Jiriho z Podebrad"), where we get out and walk up the street. The only problem with the map is that the church marked was not, as the map claimed, nice, but instead a brick and concrete nightmare.

When we arrive, the hostel isn't sure if it has any rooms left. Nail-biting moments ensue as they add up their rooms, and conclude that they have one left. We take it and sleep.