Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Bratislava

Beyond the Castle: 5 Offbeat Adventures in Bratislava You Won’t Find on Every Postcard

Bratislava. The name itself conjures images of a charming Old Town, the majestic castle perched above the Danube, and perhaps a quirky statue or two. And while these icons are undeniably wonderful, there’s a whole other side to Slovakia’s capital waiting to be discovered – a side that reveals the city’s true character, its rich history, and its vibrant local life, far from the well-trodden tourist paths.

If you’re ready to peel back the layers and experience Bratislava like a true explorer, here are five “road less travelled” adventures that promise unique memories and a deeper connection to this captivating city.


1. Ascend to Slavin Memorial: History, Views, and Serenity

While Bratislava Castle offers fantastic views, for a truly poignant and panoramic experience, head to Slavin Memorial. This colossal war memorial and cemetery honours the Soviet soldiers who fell liberating Bratislava during World War II. It’s a powerful, solemn place, but also one offering some of the most breathtaking, unobstructed views of the city, the Danube, and even the distant Austrian Alps.

Why it’s less travelled: Many tourists stick to the immediate Old Town. Slavin requires a short, scenic bus ride or a determined uphill walk, making it feel like a discovered secret.

What to expect: A grand staircase leading to an obelisk crowned with a triumphant soldier statue. Spend time walking among the graves, decorated with red stars, and then simply soak in the epic vista. It’s a place for reflection and stunning photography, especially at sunset.

How to get there: Take a local bus (such as number 203 or 207) from Hodžovo námestie (Presidential Palace) or take a taxi/ride-sharing service.


2. Explore the Small Carpathian Wine Route: A Taste of Local Tradition

Did you know Bratislava is the gateway to a historic wine region? Just a short drive or train ride from the city lies the Small Carpathian Wine Route (Malokarpatská Vínna Cesta), a picturesque trail dotted with charming winemaking villages like Pezinok and Modra. This region has been producing wine for centuries, and it’s a delightful escape from urban life.

Why it’s less travelled: While some tour operators offer trips, many independent travellers miss this authentic experience, opting for day trips to neighbouring capitals instead.

What to expect: Hop on a local train to Pezinok or Modra, and wander through their quaint streets. Look for traditional wine cellars (“vínne pivnice”) offering tastings of local varietals like Grüner Veltliner, Frankovka Modrá (Blaufränkisch), and Müller-Thurgau. Many wineries offer delicious regional snacks to accompany your tasting. If visiting in autumn, look out for the “burčiak,” a partially fermented young wine – a local delicacy!

How to get there: Take a regional train from Bratislava Hlavná Stanica (Main Station) to Pezinok or Modra. The journey takes around 20-30 minutes.


3. Discover the Danubiana Meulensteen Art Museum: Art on the Water

For a dose of contemporary art in an utterly unique setting, make your way to the Danubiana Meulensteen Art Museum. Located on a peninsula in the Danube River, about 15km south of Bratislava, this modern art gallery is a masterpiece in itself, offering stunning architecture, thought-provoking exhibitions, and incredible river views.

Why it’s less travelled: Its location outside the immediate city centre means it’s often overlooked by visitors with limited time.

What to expect: A captivating journey through modern and contemporary art, primarily by Slovak and international artists. The museum’s design allows natural light to flood the spaces, and the outdoor sculpture park, with its whimsical pieces set against the river backdrop, is a joy to explore. You can even enjoy a coffee with a view from their café.

How to get there: The most scenic (and recommended) way is by a special tourist boat that departs from Fajnorovo nábrežie near the Old Town (check seasonal schedules). Alternatively, take a local bus (number 90) from Nový Most (UFO Bridge) or a taxi/ride-sharing service.


4. Hike to Kamzík TV Tower & Koliba: Nature, Adventure, and Views

Escape the city hustle and immerse yourself in nature by heading up to the forested hills of Koliba, home to the iconic Kamzík TV Tower. This area is a beloved recreational spot for locals, offering hiking trails, a bobsled track, and, of course, the observation deck of the TV tower for breathtaking panoramic views.

Why it’s less travelled: Many tourists don’t realise such an extensive green space, complete with a TV tower offering great views, is so accessible from the city.

What to expect: Take the historic Kamzík cable car (Železná studnička – Koliba) up the hill, or hike one of the many well-marked trails. Once at the top, you can ascend the TV tower for 360-degree vistas (there’s also a rotating restaurant at the top if you’re feeling fancy!). In winter, it’s a popular spot for sledding, and in warmer months, you’ll find families picnicking and enjoying the fresh air.

How to get there: Take tram number 3 or 9 to the “Železná studnička” stop, then walk or take the cable car up to Koliba. Alternatively, bus number 203 or 207 will get you closer to the TV Tower area.


5. Dive into Local Life at Miletičova Tržnica (Market): A Sensory Feast

For an authentic slice of everyday Bratislava life, head to Miletičova Tržnica, the city’s largest outdoor and indoor market. This isn’t a quaint artisan market; it’s a bustling, vibrant hub where locals come to buy fresh produce, clothes, household goods, and indulge in hearty Slovak street food.

Why it’s less travelled: It’s located outside the immediate city centre in a residential area, away from the typical tourist routes.

What to expect: A kaleidoscope of sights, sounds, and smells! Browse stalls overflowing with seasonal fruits, vegetables, cheeses, and smoked meats. Discover quirky fashion, electronics, and souvenirs. But the real highlight is the food: grab a langoš (fried dough with garlic, cheese, and sour cream), a pecené kura (roasted chicken), or a classic halušky (potato dumplings) from one of the many unassuming food stands. It’s an affordable and delicious way to sample local flavours.

How to get there: Take a tram (e.g., number 8 or 9) or bus (e.g., number 50 or 53) to the “Miletičova” stop.


Bratislava is a city that rewards those who dare to venture beyond the obvious. These five experiences offer a taste of its diverse history, natural beauty, artistic spirit, and authentic local charm. So, next time you find yourself in Slovakia’s captivating capital, step off the well-worn path and create your own unique Bratislava story. You won’t regret it!

Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Prague

Prague Beyond the Crowds: Five Distinctive Gems for a Serene Escape

Prague. The very name conjures images of fairytale castles, winding cobblestone streets, and the timeless beauty of a city steeped in history. It’s truly magical – but that magic often comes with a hefty dose of crowds, especially in peak season.

If you’re dreaming of experiencing Prague’s unique charm without the elbow-to-elbow shuffling, you’re in luck! The Golden City holds countless hidden treasures that are just as distinctive, beautiful, and rich in history as their more famous counterparts, yet remain wonderfully uncrowded.

As a seasoned traveller and admirer of Prague, I’ve curated a list of five visitor attractions that offer a distinctive experience, breathtaking beauty, and, most importantly, a peaceful retreat from the madding crowds.


1. Vyšehrad: Prague’s Ancient Citadel with Panoramic Views

Often overshadowed by Prague Castle, Vyšehrad is older, equally significant, and immensely more tranquil. Perched on a dramatic rock overlooking the Vltava River, this historic fort and castle complex offers a captivating journey through Czech history, mythology, and art.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • Historical Significance: Believed to be the original seat of the Czech princes before Prague Castle.
  • St. Peter and Paul Basilica: A stunning neo-Gothic church with intricate frescoes and a peaceful atmosphere.
  • Slavín Cemetery: The final resting place of many famous Czech artists, writers, and composers (Dvořák, Smetana, and Mucha), featuring elaborate and beautiful tombstones.
  • Panoramic Views: Breathtaking vistas of the Vltava River, Prague Castle, and the entire city.
  • Rotunda of St. Martin: Prague’s oldest surviving Romanesque rotunda.

Why it’s not crowded: It’s slightly outside the immediate city centre, requiring a short tram or metro ride, which deters many casual tourists. Those who make the effort are rewarded with space, serenity, and discovery.


2. Strahov Monastery Library: A Baroque Masterpiece of Knowledge

Tucked away near Prague Castle, the Strahov Monastery Library is a truly awe-inspiring sight that feels like stepping into another world. While part of a larger monastery that sees some visitors, the library itself often requires pre-booked tours or specific entry, which naturally limits crowd size, allowing for a more intimate viewing experience.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • Philosophical Hall & Theological Hall: Two magnificent Baroque halls housing over 200,000 volumes.
  • Stunning Frescoes: Intricate ceiling frescoes depicting the history of mankind and the pursuit of knowledge.
  • Historical Globes & Curiosities: A collection of ancient globes, natural history specimens, and other fascinating artifacts.
  • Architectural Grandeur: The sheer scale and ornamentation of the halls are breathtaking.

Why it’s not crowded: Its location, slightly up a hill from Prague Castle (though easily walkable), and its specific entry requirements mean it’s not a place for a quick glance. Those who visit are genuinely interested in its unique beauty and history.


3. Wallenstein Garden (Valdštejnská Zahrada): Baroque Splendor in Malá Strana

Just a stone’s throw from the bustling Malá Strana (Lesser Town) square, the Wallenstein Garden is a Baroque masterpiece that often gets overlooked. Belonging to the Wallenstein Palace (home to the Czech Senate), this meticulously maintained garden is a tranquil oasis.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • Manicured Lawns & Hedges: Perfect geometric designs characteristic of Baroque gardens.
  • Exquisite Statues: Bronze sculptures by Adriaen de Vries, depicting mythological figures.
  • The Salla Terrena: A grand triple arch loggia adorned with frescoes, hosting concerts in summer.
  • Artificial Grotto (Grotta): A fantastical, stalactite-lined cave structure that’s utterly unique.
  • Peacocks: Elegant white peacocks roam freely, adding to the garden’s enchanting atmosphere.

Why it’s not crowded: It’s a bit hidden from the main tourist routes, and while many walk past the palace, fewer venture into the garden’s entrance. It’s often free to enter, making it an incredible value for such beauty. (Check seasonal opening times, as it’s typically closed in winter).


4. Vrtba Garden (Vrtbovská Zahrada): A Hidden Terraced Gem

Considered one of Prague’s most beautiful Baroque gardens, the Vrtba Garden is a true hidden gem, tucked away behind a modest archway in Malá Strana. This terraced garden ascends steeply, offering increasingly spectacular views as you climb.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • Intimate Baroque Design: Smaller and more secluded than Wallenstein, with a romantic, secret garden feel.
  • Terraced Levels: Each level reveals new perspectives, fountains, statues, and intricate floral arrangements.
  • Stunning Views: From the top terrace, you get a unique, close-up vista of Prague Castle, St. Nicholas Church, and the red rooftops of Malá Strana.
  • Rich Sculpture & Frescoes: Adorned with works by Matthias Braun and frescoes by Reiner.

Why it’s not crowded: Its rather unassuming entrance on Karmelitská Street means it’s easily missed. There’s a small entrance fee, which further deters casual visitors, ensuring a peaceful and exclusive experience for those who seek it out. (Another seasonal garden, typically closed in winter).


5. Letná Park (Letenské Sady): Iconic Views and Local Vibe

While popular with locals, Letná Park rarely sees the kind of tourist throngs that flood the Charles Bridge. This expansive park stretches along a plateau on the left bank of the Vltava River, offering some of the most iconic panoramic views of Prague.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • The Metronome: Standing on the former site of a gigantic Stalin monument, Prague’s giant metronome is a symbol of passing time and offers a fantastic photo op.
  • Beer Garden: A beloved spot, particularly in warmer months, where you can enjoy a Czech beer with an unparalleled backdrop of the city’s bridges and Old Town.
  • Skate Park & Open Spaces: Popular with skateboarders and locals enjoying a stroll, picnic, or simply relaxing.
  • Breathtaking Vistas: Arguably the best spot to capture the iconic shot of all of Prague’s bridges spanning the Vltava.

Why it’s not crowded: It’s a park designed for space and relaxation, so even with many people, it rarely feels cramped. It requires a bit of an uphill walk (or a short tram ride) from the river, which means it’s a destination rather than a stop on a crowded route.


Embark on a Prague adventure that’s truly yours. By venturing slightly off the most beaten path, you’ll discover a Prague that’s just as magnificent, but far more serene. You’ll not only see distinctive features but also gain a deeper connection to the city’s enduring charm, away from the hustle and bustle.

Have you discovered any other uncrowded Prague gems? Share your favourites in the comments below!

Writing a book in 365 days – 309

Day 309

When words become more than words

From Page to Panorama: Weaving Mythopoetic Grandeur into the Fabric of Reality

We’ve all experienced it. That moment when a skilled author transports us, not just to a place, but into a feeling, a scent, a visceral understanding of something utterly foreign yet strangely resonant. It’s the magic of descriptive writing, the alchemical process of turning mere words into sensory experiences. But what happens when we take those finely honed fictional tools and turn them towards the canvas of our own reality? What happens when we begin to weave the mythopoetic grandeur, usually reserved for fantastical realms, into the mundane fabric of everyday life?

This is where the truly transformative power emerges. It’s not about escaping reality, but about re-enchanting it. It’s about recognising that the same imaginative muscles that conjured dragons and epic quests can, with a shift in perspective, illuminate the epic within the ordinary.

The Foundation: The Art of Observational Detail

Before we can imbue our reality with mythopoetic grandeur, we must first become masters of observation. Fictional writers are meticulous. They don’t just say a character is sad; they describe the slump of their shoulders, the way their eyes lose their sparkle, the quiet tremor in their voice. They don’t just say a forest is dark; they paint a picture of gnarled branches like skeletal fingers, shafts of light like ethereal swords, the damp, earthy scent of decay and rebirth.

Applying this to real life means waking up our senses. It means noticing the way the morning light bleeds across the linoleum of your kitchen, transforming it into a pool of molten gold. It’s observing the intricate, almost alien architecture of a spiderweb glistening with dew, a delicate, ephemeral fortress. It’s listening to the symphony of a city at dusk – the distant siren a mournful lament, the laughter of children a fleeting melody, the rumble of traffic a subterranean dragon stirring.

The Alchemy: Infusing Significance and Symbolism

Once we have our raw observational material, the next step is the alchemical process of infusing it with meaning. This is where the “mythopoetic” truly takes hold. We move beyond simple description to interpretation, imbuing our observations with layers of significance and symbolism, much like ancient storytellers did.

  • The Mundane Becomes Mythic: A walk to the grocery store isn’t just an errand. It can be a pilgrimage through the daily labyrinth, a quest for sustenance that echoes the ancient hunts. The cashier, with their practised smile, could be a guardian of provisions, a dispenser of earthly blessings.
  • The Everyday Becomes Archetypal: The familiar faces we encounter can be viewed through the lens of archetypes. The wise elder at the park bench might embody the archetype of the Sage. The boisterous teenager could be the Rebel, challenging the established order with youthful energy.
  • The Emotional Landscape Gains Depth: Sadness isn’t just a feeling; it’s a “gathering storm,” a “heavy cloak,” a “deep well of unspoken grief.” Joy isn’t just happiness; it’s a “sunburst,” a “lightness of being,” a “song rising from the soul.”

The Grandeur: Elevating the Narrative of Our Lives

The ultimate goal is to elevate the narrative of our own lives, to recognise the inherent grandeur that often lies dormant beneath the surface of routine. This doesn’t mean fabricating events or pretending our challenges aren’t real. Instead, it’s about framing them within a larger, more resonant context.

Consider a difficult conversation. Instead of simply recalling the angry words, we can describe the “clash of wills,” the “stalemate of emotions,” the “fragile truce that followed.” A moment of quiet contemplation isn’t just zoning out; it’s “diving into the depths of the inner sea,” “listening to the whispers of the subconscious.”

Why Does This Matter?

Turning fictional descriptive skills to the rendering of real life in mythopoetic grandeur is more than just a creative exercise. It’s a way to:

  • Deepen our appreciation for life: By seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary, we cultivate a richer, more vibrant experience of our existence.
  • Foster resilience: Framing challenges as epic struggles or tests of character can empower us to face them with greater courage and determination.
  • Connect with something larger than ourselves: Mythopoetic language often taps into universal themes of creation, struggle, love, and loss, fostering a sense of belonging to something ancient and profound.
  • Communicate more effectively and evocatively: Whether in personal writing, artistic expression, or even everyday conversation, this elevated language can captivate and resonate with others.

The world around us is a vast, intricate tapestry, already rich with potential for wonder and awe. By learning to wield the tools of fictional description with conscious intent, we can begin to see the mythopoetic grandeur woven into the very fabric of our reality. We can stop being passive observers and become active, imaginative narrators of our own magnificent lives. So, open your eyes, awaken your senses, and start painting the world in hues of myth and legend. The grandest stories, after all, are often the ones happening right under our noses.

NANOWRIMO – November 2025 – Day 21

The Third Son of a Duke

I’ve been researching the Melbourne of March 1915, and I was basically gobsmacked.

How can you live in a city for almost half your life and know absolutely nothing about it?

Why wasn’t any of this taught to us in school?  The joke of that is that I know every king and queen of England from William the Conqueror.  I could tell you more than three Australian prime ministers, or state premiers, from when Australia was born, which, by a miracle, I do know, 1901.

As for Victoria, no idea when it became a state, no idea how it was populated beyond a gold rush in the mid-1800s, and barely anything about the Ballarat goldfields and the revolt by the miners.

My great-great-great-grandfather emigrated from England to a place called Harrow in Victoria, a place I’ve never heard of until I started tracing my ancestors, said to be the first town in Victoria.

Since my grandmother features in this story, it is around the time she meets my great-grandfather and her husband-to-be in 1914/1915 in a place called Bairnsdale, a place my father used to mention but not with the fondness a child who was born and brought up there would.

What in hell’s name happened there?

Not our problem in this story, it is just the periphery, or what I think might have happened that interests us, but only as outsiders looking in.

We have a ship to catch. And hi ho hi ho it’s off to war we go!

1750 words, for a total of 33030 words.

Writing a book in 365 days – 308

Day 308

Writing exercise

By the time I learned what she was saying, it was too late.

It was difficult to remember when the first signs of our relationship, if it could be called that, had started to disintegrate.

Thinking about it, there was no clear point, just a series of random events that most people would simply write off as ‘well, it just wasn’t going to work’.

Which was odd because until that indefinable moment in time, it had.

Perhaps it was the impossible odds.

Perhaps it was the way we met.

Perhaps the randomness wasn’t random at all.

Because when you switched perspectives and took the view that the whole thing had been a set-up from start to finish, it all made sense.

In a very disturbing way.

The insistent knocking on my door was not the best start to the day.  It had been a late night, and little too much to eat and drink and in a semi intoxicated state, it was hard to resist the temptation of letting Marianne stay.

Protocol dictated that it could not happen.

It was a long story, but having the secrets I had, even with the impregnable safe, no one was allowed to stay beyond a certain hour of the night.

Any other night when I didn’t have classified documents, not a problem.

I groaned, rolled over, and then it started again.

I climbed out and shook off the drowsiness, and headed for the door.  A look at the screen showed it was Marianne back, and agitated.

It was a state I’d never seen her in before.

Warning bells on the back of my head were going off.  Training told me that this could be a problem and that she had been compromised simply by being associated with me.

Some people knew who I really was, what my work was, and if that was the case, this was a level one problem

I put the code into my phone and sent it.

Just in case.

Then I opened the door.  “Marianne.”

“Phillip.  I need to see you?”

“You saw me last night and early this morning.  I’m neither up nor presentable.”

“Seriously?”

“We have had this discussion.  There are times when I am on call and I cannot have other people in the place.”

I had given her the standards spiel on the nature of my work and the confidentiality that surrounded it, and she had always understood.

Except this was beginning to be one of those instances of her subtly changing.

“Confidential information.  Yes.  But you are not in conversation with anyone.”

“I could be at any minute.  I can’t be seen shooing you out.  I would be severely reprimanded, even fired if it came to that.  Can it wait another hour or two?  I’m sorry.  I have to follow protocol.”

“Even at the possible expense of your relationships with others?”

I’d explained this too.  There was no choice, no matter what I felt.  I’d made a commitment.

“At this point in time, unfortunately, yes.”

I didn’t want to go down this path, but it seemed like the culmination of drifting apart.

She shrugged.  “I’m sorry then.”

I felt rather than heard a movement behind me, and then nothing. 

When I woke head hurt. 

Very badly.

While the details were fuzzy, I knew I had been hit from behind, that Marianne had diverted my attention while an accomplice had gained entry to my flat from the rear.

It was the building’s one weak spot.

Now I was in a dark space, smelling of damp and age, and I was lying on a bed of stacked newspapers, unbound.  Neither did I have a gag, so it was somewhere no one would ever hear me yell for help.

It didn’t stop me, but all there was in response was an echo.

If my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, then they could be working or not.  There was always light coming from somewhere, but not right at the moment.

That being the case, I had no idea how big the room was or whether anyone else was in it with me.  Or who it was that had put me, other than one unassailable fact; Marianne had helped them.

One fact of what could be many that I had overlooked, something that all people in the first throes of a relationship tended to do, unless of course you were suspicious of everyone and everything.

I should have been, but I naively wanted to believe in her.  Echoing in my head were those fateful words, If it’s too good to be true, it generally isn’t.

I cast my mind back to when I first met Marianne and realised it was too good to be true.  The chances of us being in the same place at the same time…

And then, cursing myself for being a creature of habit, for ignoring basic rules, and I had only myself to blame.

Was anything we had real?

“I’m sorry.” 

Marianne’s words ran over and over in my head.

Why would she say that?  It was certainly in a contrite tone, like she had meant it, which was odd if she was part of the kidnap team.

I opened my eyes and found that there was a crack in the ceiling where light was trying to get through, and that it was turning the inky blackness into an opaque blur.

There were no distinguishable objects, but it whiled away the time trying to identify them.  A sofa, a table, a chair, and what looked like a person, though it could be a mannequin.

It could be anything.

Until it moved slightly, or was that just my imagination?

Until there was a groan, and the figure rolled sideways and looked up. 

Marianne.

Perhaps it was wrong.

“I’m sorry.  I tried to warn you.  You obviously didn’t get the subtext.”

Of course, it had been in the back of my mind, amongst all the other jumbled and mixed messages I’d received and ignored.  She had tried to warn me in some peculiar manner that took too long for me to understand.

“Not that clever, I’m afraid.  It’s the bane of people who are clever in their field of study and totally stupid when it comes to people.”

“Maybe, maybe not.  Did you send the level one protocol?”

Who was she?  How did she know about that?

“Yes.  Pounding on the door like that, and ignoring my request…”

“Good.  It won’t be long now.”

“What?”

“Rest.  No more talking.”

Who was this person?  How did she know so much about me and or anything to do with me?  I thought everything about me and the project I was working on was top secret.

I had questions, but she seemed insistent.

I dozed off, waking to the sound of three explosions, or perhaps something else.  There were muffled voices overhead, indistinct.

Marianne had moved slightly, hearing them too.

Them silence.

A few minutes later, there was the sound of a key in a lock, then the careful turning of the door know, followed by two people covered head to foot bursting in and ready to shoot anything that moved.

One checked the room now flooded in light, then said, “Clear.”

Two paramedics came in, one to me, the other to Marianne.  She had been bound, the ties were cut, and she was dragged to her feet, and the first two in the room took her away.  I managed to sit up and answer a few questions.  Fuzzy but not disoriented.  There had been time for the drugs to wear off.

Then my boss came in, a scowl on her face, but then she always had a scowl.

The paramedic reported, “Drugged but no physical harm.”

“Good.  Give us the room.”

He nodded, packed the kit bag and left.

She glared at me.  “Caught the people trying to crack your safe.  Caught the kidnappers.  Still haven’t got who organised it, but he or she knows we’re onto them now.”

“You knew?”

“We had an inkling, nothing positive until Marianne was approached.”

“She is one of your people?”

“Someone we could trust, yes.  Left to your own devices, you would have been a prime honey trap target.  And it was a two birds with one stone operation.  You get a girlfriend, and we find who’s been leaking information in the department.  Getting a branch of a foreign intelligence group was a bonus.”

I felt like I was the biggest prize idiot on the planet.

She must have seen my look of bitter disappointment.

“Don’t worry.  She likes you, Phillip, though I can’t imagine why.  I’ve assigned her as your bodyguard for the duration of the project.  Just a heads up, she is an excellent shot, and our top agent in field interrogations.  I would try not to piss her off.  You’re lucky I’m not sending you back to training.  Now, off you go.”

She was waiting for me at the front door.

“Don’t look so downcast.  You could have got my sister.  I’m the nice one.”

I just shook my head.  Why hadn’t I taken that six-month assignment in Antarctica?

©  Charles Heath  2025

Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Prague

Prague Beyond the Crowds: Five Distinctive Gems for a Serene Escape

Prague. The very name conjures images of fairytale castles, winding cobblestone streets, and the timeless beauty of a city steeped in history. It’s truly magical – but that magic often comes with a hefty dose of crowds, especially in peak season.

If you’re dreaming of experiencing Prague’s unique charm without the elbow-to-elbow shuffling, you’re in luck! The Golden City holds countless hidden treasures that are just as distinctive, beautiful, and rich in history as their more famous counterparts, yet remain wonderfully uncrowded.

As a seasoned traveller and admirer of Prague, I’ve curated a list of five visitor attractions that offer a distinctive experience, breathtaking beauty, and, most importantly, a peaceful retreat from the madding crowds.


1. Vyšehrad: Prague’s Ancient Citadel with Panoramic Views

Often overshadowed by Prague Castle, Vyšehrad is older, equally significant, and immensely more tranquil. Perched on a dramatic rock overlooking the Vltava River, this historic fort and castle complex offers a captivating journey through Czech history, mythology, and art.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • Historical Significance: Believed to be the original seat of the Czech princes before Prague Castle.
  • St. Peter and Paul Basilica: A stunning neo-Gothic church with intricate frescoes and a peaceful atmosphere.
  • Slavín Cemetery: The final resting place of many famous Czech artists, writers, and composers (Dvořák, Smetana, and Mucha), featuring elaborate and beautiful tombstones.
  • Panoramic Views: Breathtaking vistas of the Vltava River, Prague Castle, and the entire city.
  • Rotunda of St. Martin: Prague’s oldest surviving Romanesque rotunda.

Why it’s not crowded: It’s slightly outside the immediate city centre, requiring a short tram or metro ride, which deters many casual tourists. Those who make the effort are rewarded with space, serenity, and discovery.


2. Strahov Monastery Library: A Baroque Masterpiece of Knowledge

Tucked away near Prague Castle, the Strahov Monastery Library is a truly awe-inspiring sight that feels like stepping into another world. While part of a larger monastery that sees some visitors, the library itself often requires pre-booked tours or specific entry, which naturally limits crowd size, allowing for a more intimate viewing experience.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • Philosophical Hall & Theological Hall: Two magnificent Baroque halls housing over 200,000 volumes.
  • Stunning Frescoes: Intricate ceiling frescoes depicting the history of mankind and the pursuit of knowledge.
  • Historical Globes & Curiosities: A collection of ancient globes, natural history specimens, and other fascinating artifacts.
  • Architectural Grandeur: The sheer scale and ornamentation of the halls are breathtaking.

Why it’s not crowded: Its location, slightly up a hill from Prague Castle (though easily walkable), and its specific entry requirements mean it’s not a place for a quick glance. Those who visit are genuinely interested in its unique beauty and history.


3. Wallenstein Garden (Valdštejnská Zahrada): Baroque Splendor in Malá Strana

Just a stone’s throw from the bustling Malá Strana (Lesser Town) square, the Wallenstein Garden is a Baroque masterpiece that often gets overlooked. Belonging to the Wallenstein Palace (home to the Czech Senate), this meticulously maintained garden is a tranquil oasis.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • Manicured Lawns & Hedges: Perfect geometric designs characteristic of Baroque gardens.
  • Exquisite Statues: Bronze sculptures by Adriaen de Vries, depicting mythological figures.
  • The Salla Terrena: A grand triple arch loggia adorned with frescoes, hosting concerts in summer.
  • Artificial Grotto (Grotta): A fantastical, stalactite-lined cave structure that’s utterly unique.
  • Peacocks: Elegant white peacocks roam freely, adding to the garden’s enchanting atmosphere.

Why it’s not crowded: It’s a bit hidden from the main tourist routes, and while many walk past the palace, fewer venture into the garden’s entrance. It’s often free to enter, making it an incredible value for such beauty. (Check seasonal opening times, as it’s typically closed in winter).


4. Vrtba Garden (Vrtbovská Zahrada): A Hidden Terraced Gem

Considered one of Prague’s most beautiful Baroque gardens, the Vrtba Garden is a true hidden gem, tucked away behind a modest archway in Malá Strana. This terraced garden ascends steeply, offering increasingly spectacular views as you climb.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • Intimate Baroque Design: Smaller and more secluded than Wallenstein, with a romantic, secret garden feel.
  • Terraced Levels: Each level reveals new perspectives, fountains, statues, and intricate floral arrangements.
  • Stunning Views: From the top terrace, you get a unique, close-up vista of Prague Castle, St. Nicholas Church, and the red rooftops of Malá Strana.
  • Rich Sculpture & Frescoes: Adorned with works by Matthias Braun and frescoes by Reiner.

Why it’s not crowded: Its rather unassuming entrance on Karmelitská Street means it’s easily missed. There’s a small entrance fee, which further deters casual visitors, ensuring a peaceful and exclusive experience for those who seek it out. (Another seasonal garden, typically closed in winter).


5. Letná Park (Letenské Sady): Iconic Views and Local Vibe

While popular with locals, Letná Park rarely sees the kind of tourist throngs that flood the Charles Bridge. This expansive park stretches along a plateau on the left bank of the Vltava River, offering some of the most iconic panoramic views of Prague.

Why it’s distinctive:

  • The Metronome: Standing on the former site of a gigantic Stalin monument, Prague’s giant metronome is a symbol of passing time and offers a fantastic photo op.
  • Beer Garden: A beloved spot, particularly in warmer months, where you can enjoy a Czech beer with an unparalleled backdrop of the city’s bridges and Old Town.
  • Skate Park & Open Spaces: Popular with skateboarders and locals enjoying a stroll, picnic, or simply relaxing.
  • Breathtaking Vistas: Arguably the best spot to capture the iconic shot of all of Prague’s bridges spanning the Vltava.

Why it’s not crowded: It’s a park designed for space and relaxation, so even with many people, it rarely feels cramped. It requires a bit of an uphill walk (or a short tram ride) from the river, which means it’s a destination rather than a stop on a crowded route.


Embark on a Prague adventure that’s truly yours. By venturing slightly off the most beaten path, you’ll discover a Prague that’s just as magnificent, but far more serene. You’ll not only see distinctive features but also gain a deeper connection to the city’s enduring charm, away from the hustle and bustle.

Have you discovered any other uncrowded Prague gems? Share your favourites in the comments below!

Top 5 sights on the road less travelled – Berlin

Berlin’s Best-Kept Secrets: 5 Distinctive Attractions Beyond the Crowds

Berlin is a city that pulsates with history, art, and an undeniable energy. From the Brandenburg Gate to Museum Island, its iconic landmarks draw millions of visitors each year. But what if you crave a deeper, more intimate connection with the German capital? What if you want to explore places that offer unique character without fighting through throngs of tourists?

Fear not, intrepid explorer! Berlin is a treasure trove of distinctive attractions that, while captivating, manage to remain refreshingly uncrowded. Step off the well-trodden path and discover these five fantastic spots where you can soak in the atmosphere, history, and beauty at your own pace.


1. Tempelhofer Feld (Tempelhof Field)

Imagine a vast, open expanse in the middle of a bustling city – a former airport transformed into Berlin’s largest urban park. That’s Tempelhofer Feld. Once the site of the Berlin Airlift, this historic tarmac now serves as a unique recreational space where locals and savvy visitors come to fly kites, cycle, rollerblade, garden in community plots, or simply wander and feel the incredible sense of freedom.

Why it’s distinctive: Its sheer scale and stark, industrial beauty are unlike any other park. You can walk or cycle down the actual runways, feeling the ghosts of history under your feet, while enjoying panoramic views of the city skyline. It’s a testament to Berlin’s ability to repurpose its past into vibrant public spaces. Crowd factor: Its immense size ensures you’ll always find quiet corners, even on sunny weekends.


2. Gärten der Welt (Gardens of the World)

Tucked away in the eastern district of Marzahn-Hellersdorf, the “Gardens of the World” is an absolutely stunning, often-overlooked masterpiece of landscape architecture. This sprawling park features meticulously designed themed gardens from around the globe, including an authentic Chinese Garden, a peaceful Japanese Garden, a vibrant Balinese Garden, an English Tudor Rose Garden, and many more.

Why it’s distinctive: It’s a journey around the world in one park! Each garden is an exquisite representation of its cultural heritage, complete with traditional architecture, plants, and water features. The park also boasts a cable car (Seilbahn) that offers fantastic aerial views, adding an extra layer of unique experience. Crowd factor: Due to its location slightly outside the central tourist areas, it attracts primarily locals and those in the know, making for a serene and contemplative visit.


3. Teufelsberg (Devil’s Mountain)

For a taste of Cold War history, street art, and incredible views, head to Teufelsberg. This artificial hill, built from post-WWII rubble, housed a crucial US listening station during the Cold War. Today, the abandoned NSA facility stands as a captivating, eerie ruin, its iconic radar domes covered in vibrant graffiti art.

Why it’s distinctive: It’s a fascinating blend of history, urban exploration, and an open-air art gallery. You can wander through the former listening posts, climb the towers (at your own risk or with permission) for panoramic views across Berlin and Brandenburg, and marvel at the ever-evolving street art. It feels like stepping into a forgotten movie set. Crowd factor: While it has become more popular, its somewhat rugged approach (a short hike up a hill) and relatively low-key management keep the crowds sparse compared to central attractions.


4. Gedenkstätte Berlin-Hohenschönhausen (Stasi Prison Memorial)

This is not a light-hearted attraction, but it is profoundly distinctive and essential for understanding a darker chapter of Berlin’s history. Hohenschönhausen was the main remand prison of the East German secret police (Stasi) where political dissidents were interrogated and tortured. Today, it stands as a powerful memorial and museum.

Why it’s distinctive: The tours, often led by former prisoners or knowledgeable guides, offer an incredibly vivid and harrowing insight into the mechanisms of state oppression. You walk through original cells, interrogation rooms, and work areas, preserving an unvarnished and chilling historical record. It’s a sombre but vital experience that leaves a lasting impression. Crowd factor: While guided tours can have small groups, it’s a quiet, respectful atmosphere, far removed from the general tourist bustle. It demands contemplation, not quick photos.


5. Charlottenburg Palace & Gardens (Focusing on the Gardens & Belvedere)

While Charlottenburg Palace itself can draw a fair number of visitors, its magnificent Baroque gardens and charming subsidiary buildings offer expansive, less-crowded opportunities for exploration. The main palace tickets might have queues, but the vast grounds are free to roam and offer a regal escape.

Why it’s distinctive: As the largest and most significant palace in Berlin, it offers a glimpse into Prussian royal grandeur. But it’s the sheer scale and beauty of the meticulously landscaped gardens – complete with fountains, statues, a charming Orangery, and the tranquil Belvedere teahouse – that truly delight. The Belvedere, housing an exquisite porcelain collection, is often quiet and offers lovely views over the river Spree. Crowd factor: The gardens are so extensive that it’s easy to find solitude, especially away from the main palace entrance. The smaller museums like the Belvedere are also often blissfully uncrowded.


Berlin truly rewards those who are willing to venture slightly beyond the obvious. These five distinctive attractions offer rich historical narratives, breathtaking beauty, and unique experiences – all without the pressing crowds. So, next time you plan a trip to Berlin, consider stepping off the beaten path and uncovering a few of the city’s best-kept secrets. You might just find your new favourite spot.

Writing a book in 365 days – 308

Day 308

Writing exercise

By the time I learned what she was saying, it was too late.

It was difficult to remember when the first signs of our relationship, if it could be called that, had started to disintegrate.

Thinking about it, there was no clear point, just a series of random events that most people would simply write off as ‘well, it just wasn’t going to work’.

Which was odd because until that indefinable moment in time, it had.

Perhaps it was the impossible odds.

Perhaps it was the way we met.

Perhaps the randomness wasn’t random at all.

Because when you switched perspectives and took the view that the whole thing had been a set-up from start to finish, it all made sense.

In a very disturbing way.

The insistent knocking on my door was not the best start to the day.  It had been a late night, and little too much to eat and drink and in a semi intoxicated state, it was hard to resist the temptation of letting Marianne stay.

Protocol dictated that it could not happen.

It was a long story, but having the secrets I had, even with the impregnable safe, no one was allowed to stay beyond a certain hour of the night.

Any other night when I didn’t have classified documents, not a problem.

I groaned, rolled over, and then it started again.

I climbed out and shook off the drowsiness, and headed for the door.  A look at the screen showed it was Marianne back, and agitated.

It was a state I’d never seen her in before.

Warning bells on the back of my head were going off.  Training told me that this could be a problem and that she had been compromised simply by being associated with me.

Some people knew who I really was, what my work was, and if that was the case, this was a level one problem

I put the code into my phone and sent it.

Just in case.

Then I opened the door.  “Marianne.”

“Phillip.  I need to see you?”

“You saw me last night and early this morning.  I’m neither up nor presentable.”

“Seriously?”

“We have had this discussion.  There are times when I am on call and I cannot have other people in the place.”

I had given her the standards spiel on the nature of my work and the confidentiality that surrounded it, and she had always understood.

Except this was beginning to be one of those instances of her subtly changing.

“Confidential information.  Yes.  But you are not in conversation with anyone.”

“I could be at any minute.  I can’t be seen shooing you out.  I would be severely reprimanded, even fired if it came to that.  Can it wait another hour or two?  I’m sorry.  I have to follow protocol.”

“Even at the possible expense of your relationships with others?”

I’d explained this too.  There was no choice, no matter what I felt.  I’d made a commitment.

“At this point in time, unfortunately, yes.”

I didn’t want to go down this path, but it seemed like the culmination of drifting apart.

She shrugged.  “I’m sorry then.”

I felt rather than heard a movement behind me, and then nothing. 

When I woke head hurt. 

Very badly.

While the details were fuzzy, I knew I had been hit from behind, that Marianne had diverted my attention while an accomplice had gained entry to my flat from the rear.

It was the building’s one weak spot.

Now I was in a dark space, smelling of damp and age, and I was lying on a bed of stacked newspapers, unbound.  Neither did I have a gag, so it was somewhere no one would ever hear me yell for help.

It didn’t stop me, but all there was in response was an echo.

If my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, then they could be working or not.  There was always light coming from somewhere, but not right at the moment.

That being the case, I had no idea how big the room was or whether anyone else was in it with me.  Or who it was that had put me, other than one unassailable fact; Marianne had helped them.

One fact of what could be many that I had overlooked, something that all people in the first throes of a relationship tended to do, unless of course you were suspicious of everyone and everything.

I should have been, but I naively wanted to believe in her.  Echoing in my head were those fateful words, If it’s too good to be true, it generally isn’t.

I cast my mind back to when I first met Marianne and realised it was too good to be true.  The chances of us being in the same place at the same time…

And then, cursing myself for being a creature of habit, for ignoring basic rules, and I had only myself to blame.

Was anything we had real?

“I’m sorry.” 

Marianne’s words ran over and over in my head.

Why would she say that?  It was certainly in a contrite tone, like she had meant it, which was odd if she was part of the kidnap team.

I opened my eyes and found that there was a crack in the ceiling where light was trying to get through, and that it was turning the inky blackness into an opaque blur.

There were no distinguishable objects, but it whiled away the time trying to identify them.  A sofa, a table, a chair, and what looked like a person, though it could be a mannequin.

It could be anything.

Until it moved slightly, or was that just my imagination?

Until there was a groan, and the figure rolled sideways and looked up. 

Marianne.

Perhaps it was wrong.

“I’m sorry.  I tried to warn you.  You obviously didn’t get the subtext.”

Of course, it had been in the back of my mind, amongst all the other jumbled and mixed messages I’d received and ignored.  She had tried to warn me in some peculiar manner that took too long for me to understand.

“Not that clever, I’m afraid.  It’s the bane of people who are clever in their field of study and totally stupid when it comes to people.”

“Maybe, maybe not.  Did you send the level one protocol?”

Who was she?  How did she know about that?

“Yes.  Pounding on the door like that, and ignoring my request…”

“Good.  It won’t be long now.”

“What?”

“Rest.  No more talking.”

Who was this person?  How did she know so much about me and or anything to do with me?  I thought everything about me and the project I was working on was top secret.

I had questions, but she seemed insistent.

I dozed off, waking to the sound of three explosions, or perhaps something else.  There were muffled voices overhead, indistinct.

Marianne had moved slightly, hearing them too.

Them silence.

A few minutes later, there was the sound of a key in a lock, then the careful turning of the door know, followed by two people covered head to foot bursting in and ready to shoot anything that moved.

One checked the room now flooded in light, then said, “Clear.”

Two paramedics came in, one to me, the other to Marianne.  She had been bound, the ties were cut, and she was dragged to her feet, and the first two in the room took her away.  I managed to sit up and answer a few questions.  Fuzzy but not disoriented.  There had been time for the drugs to wear off.

Then my boss came in, a scowl on her face, but then she always had a scowl.

The paramedic reported, “Drugged but no physical harm.”

“Good.  Give us the room.”

He nodded, packed the kit bag and left.

She glared at me.  “Caught the people trying to crack your safe.  Caught the kidnappers.  Still haven’t got who organised it, but he or she knows we’re onto them now.”

“You knew?”

“We had an inkling, nothing positive until Marianne was approached.”

“She is one of your people?”

“Someone we could trust, yes.  Left to your own devices, you would have been a prime honey trap target.  And it was a two birds with one stone operation.  You get a girlfriend, and we find who’s been leaking information in the department.  Getting a branch of a foreign intelligence group was a bonus.”

I felt like I was the biggest prize idiot on the planet.

She must have seen my look of bitter disappointment.

“Don’t worry.  She likes you, Phillip, though I can’t imagine why.  I’ve assigned her as your bodyguard for the duration of the project.  Just a heads up, she is an excellent shot, and our top agent in field interrogations.  I would try not to piss her off.  You’re lucky I’m not sending you back to training.  Now, off you go.”

She was waiting for me at the front door.

“Don’t look so downcast.  You could have got my sister.  I’m the nice one.”

I just shook my head.  Why hadn’t I taken that six-month assignment in Antarctica?

©  Charles Heath  2025

Harry Walthenson, Private Detective – the second case – A case of finding the “Flying Dutchman”

What starts as a search for a missing husband soon develops into an unbelievable story of treachery, lies, and incredible riches.

It was meant to remain buried long enough for the dust to settle on what was once an unpalatable truth, when enough time had passed, and those who had been willing to wait could reap the rewards.

The problem was, no one knew where that treasure was hidden or the location of the logbook that held the secret.

At stake, billions of dollars’ worth of stolen Nazi loot brought to the United States in an anonymous tramp steamer and hidden in a specially constructed vault under a specifically owned plot of land on the once docklands of New York.

It may have remained hidden and unknown to only a few, if it had not been for a mere obscure detail being overheard …

… by our intrepid, newly minted private detective, Harry Walthenson …

… and it would have remained buried.

Now, through a series of unrelated events, or are they, that well-kept secret is out there, and Harry will not stop until the whole truth is uncovered.

Even if it almost costs him his life.  Again.

NANOWRIMO – November 2025 – Day 20

The Third Son of a Duke

A day of research…

So the first thing that was on my mind:  could the children of the rich or titled aristocracy still purchase a commission in the army or navy?

That, it seems, was taken away in the late 1800s, and they had to go to Sandhurst and join the rest of the hopefuls to get a commission or spend the time at the naval academy to become an officer.

So, our protagonist and his brothers had to go to Sandhurst after their exclusive boarding school.

More study is required to make sure I’ve got their backgrounds correct.

The duke is attached to the Admiralty, but he cannot and would not advance his son unless the boy had done the hard yards.  Sailing on the Mediterranean in a private yacht doesn’t quite reach the standards required of a naval officer.

So, once we’ve established his eligibility for a commission, if not, at what rank and where he might fit will be determined

Then there’s Egypt, the camp, the training, and the assignment to a theatre of war.  His preference would be in France, where his brother had been.

He also has no interest in not being at the front, but we will look at who was, and who was not, and why.  Certainly, Generals rarely came to the front-line trenches.

I’ve been looking at the manning of the trenches, learning there were three, and the men rotated, the second for resting, the third for supplies.

We need to know about how the artillery worked in aiding the front-line men.

We need to know the frequency of thrusts, inside and outside the larger-scale attacks, and when.

We need to know where the German lines were, the nature and size of no man’s land and the difficulties of getting across it.

It’s not the physical descriptions we will be relating, but the feelings of those participating, what they see, what happens to them, and how they recover when they are still alive at the end of just another day at the office.  What they think, especially if they will see their loved ones or family again.

I want to sit in that trench waiting for the whistle, I want to go over the top, hear the bullets whizzing past, the thwack when it finds a target, the machine gun fire, and whether it’s exhilaration running towards the enemy, or utter despair at the futility of it.

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