The rib I suspect I cracked keeping goal in the last soccer game has been grieving me a bit -- nothing major, but I feel it when I lean over or lift things a certain way. Not the best when backpacking.
Jetlagged, we had a nap in the afternoon and went to bed early, about 21:30. We understand why the locals are tourist cranky, given that there were some loud British and Italian drunken tours at it in the street four floors below us until 04:30, by which time we just decided to get up and check out the Charles Bridge at dawn before it was mobbed by the swarming tourists.
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