Holidays in Prague (Czech Republic): tours from Almaty from 989,000 ₸

prague, well i wouldn't say it's Prague, but in fact it is. The manager picked a litlte hotel two steps from the tram (walked to the bridge on foot, legs were buzzing by evening) and never once had to call him over trifles. beer cheaper than water, ate sausages with mustard standing at the counter..

went to a travel agency in Almaty because of the Czech visa, and took the tour to Prague there too, because I had zero desire to deal with all those forms and consulate appointments myself... Well, so, I arrived, the city is beautiful, but the weather in early August was unlucky, it poured like crazy two days in a row, but then it cleared up and I finally touched those famous cobblestones on Charles Bridge, though there's no pushing through the crowds there, ugh, four out of five

Took a tour to Prague, everything went smoothly. The hotel turned out to have stained glass on the staircase, the door creaked like in a movie. The food was hearty, but the coffee at breakfast — brown water, I drank it by force. Walked along Charles Bridge early in the morning, before the crowds came running, touched the cold stone of the railing. The travel agency gave me a printout with addresses, but a couple of places turned out to be closed for renovation... a small thing, but it left a residue. Beer cheap, flowed like a river, fell asleep on the tram a couple of times. Came back angry from exhaustion and happy, still haven't unpacked the suitcase. Five, I give it without hesitation.

went to sort out the visa thing for my studies and also decided to see prague. the travel agency recommended this option because the dates worked out well with my document submission. The manager got everything done quickly in one evening - nice when you come across people who don't drag it out until the last day. the hotel was basic but with a really convenient location: a couple minutes walk to the tram and you're already in the center. in the morning i went for trdelnik to a little bakery around the corner, bought coffee there too, and that's probably the best memory. charles bridge is beautiful of course, but the crowd by ten in the morning is just impossible, i turned around and walked the other way. but in the evening on the embankment it was quiet and calm, i sat on the parapet, looked at the water and realized everything worked out just right. i'll definitely come back, only this time i'll buy tickets in advance, not a week before the flight

we went to look for a proper clinic, my husband’s back seized up so bad he couldn’t even make it to the pharmacy, and right then an aquaintance said that in Czechia the queues are shorter and the money works out bearable) anyway I got ready in a week, in Prague we first went to the doctor and then just walked around, they organized everything for us with transfer and interpreter and even on a day off someone was answering messages.. but the hotel didn’t have a normal kettle and I had to boil water in a pot they used to cook something with garlic in, but under the windows every morning a woman sold rings in sugar and I ate them right on the bench and the doctor did everything fast and got my husband back on his feet

kogda vybirala tur v Kazakhstane hotelos chtoby bylo ne banalno i bez avtobusnyh gonok - tak popala na Pragu chestno dazhe ne mogu skazat chto eto bylo lyubov s pervogo vzglyada gorod kak gorod no potom... posle zaplatila i nachala sobirat chemodan priehala v okted i ponyala chto zabyla perehodnik dlya rozetki vot takaya meloch a bez nego nikuda. staraya ploshchad mosty eto konechno horosho no ya bolshe zapomnila kak pahnet v pekarnyah i kak my kupili trdelnik s mindalem on byl slishkom sladkiy i ya potom polchasa iskala vodu. vezde hodila peshkom i odin raz zabludilas tak chto vyshla k kakomu-to dvoru gde suhiloss bezhe i ya stojala i smotrela minuty dve. verulas domoy i skazala sebe chto chehiya eto ne tolko praga no tuda ya eshe vernus navernoe

Hotel' bil normal'nyj, zavtrak odnoobraznyj no golodnym ne ostalsya. Gul'ali po Prage celyj den', nogi otvalivalis' k vecheru (no Karlov most vse ravno klassnyj). Tur bral v agentstve, vse po srokam, bez prikljuchenij, pojezdka na tverduju chetverku.

We had our wedding in autumn, and for six months before that we lived on pins and needles — first the restaurant, then the guests, then the tamada. We walked into the agency almost by chance, there was no time to choose, I just jabbed my finger at Prague. The manager sorted everything out in one evening, the documents were ready ahead of schedule. We arrived, and there it was brick, tiles, trams — well, beautiful. I walked across Charles Bridge in the morning while there were no tourists, touched the cold statues with my hands. One time I got lost in the alleys near Old Town Square, but found my way out by the sun. Beer is cheaper than water, and the sausage at the market is so good I almost swallowed my tongue. I came home and realised the trip was a solid five out of five.

tour was good, but the hotel in Prague turned out a bit far from the center, had to walk like twenty minutes to the metro, but on the plus side there was a cool market with fruit nearby and I bought fresh strawberries there every day. the guide told us everything about Charles Bridge and Prague Castle, I later went back there myself in the evening when there were fewer tourists, and just stood by the river, looking at the water and thinking I'd come back here again..

The vacation turned out great. Walked across Charles Bridge every evening, touched the statues (creepily cold), and once even heard a street musician playing something on violin so familiar it gave me goosebumps. The organization of the whole trip was surpirisngly smooth, came back happy and already recommending it to my friends.

posal tur v Pragu cherez agentstvo v Almaty, hotelos posmotret' Karlov most i potrogat' ego staruyu mostovuyu, no v itoge zametil chto botinki proterlis' o kamni, hotya shel ya vsego dva dnya. priehal dovolen, pivo deshevoe, tramvai strashno shumnye, no eto dazhe po svoemu prikol'no, osobenno kogda edesh na 22 i ne ponimaesh kuda tebya nesut ..etih tramvainyh rel'sov ya nikogda ne zabudu, hotya zaplachennye dengi za tur uzhe ne pomnyu, no oni togo stoili.

Prague. Well I finally made it there. Walked across Charles Bridge at six in the morning while there were almost no tourists, touched the cold stone of the railing and thought this is it, happiness, although an hour later you couldn't push through there and I wanted to run away into the side streets. The hotel was small, breakfast modest, but the coffee was decent and the croissants fresh, so no complaints. Also that ride on tram number twenty-two — I just got on and rode to the end of the line, looked out the window and wasn't in any hurry, it's these little things that stick with you most. Came back tired but happy, five out of five.

the trip to Prague was a bit marred by the weather but that's not the main thing. I walked across Charles Bridge, touched those statues – cold, rough, then warmed my hands on a cup of local tea, seems like nothing special but it stuck with me. And also those trams, rumbling over the cobblestones so much your teeth chatter — but atmospheric though, and the hotel happened to have windows onto a little courtyard, quiet, only the pigeons woke me in the morning with their cooing

Prague in spring is something else, I walked across Charles Bridge at six in the morning while the tourists were snoozing and touched the stones that are cold as ice, all those statues of saints look at you and seem to judge you, but it's still beautiful to the point of goosebumps. The hotel came with breakfast where instead of a normal fried egg they served some strange omlettes with something green, but that's minor, the main thing is the guide told us everything about Hradcany and didn't overload us with dates, so five stars and not a second of regert.

Prague in November is solid cobblestones, on which I almost killed myself in my thin-soled boots. The hotel turned out to have a view of some inner courtyard, and at breakfast I had to guess that it was morning outside — but the tours made up for everything, especially the trip to Karlovy Vary, where I tried those very waffles for the first time. I came back with a suitcase stuffed with candies and a feeling that I hadn't wasted my money, though I'm only giving it a four because of the weather — I never saw the sun the whole week.

I decided to go to Prague spontaneously, or rather — the renovation in my apartment got to me, so I went to the first travel agency I came across. I just needed a break for a week, no big plans. The manager turned out to be competent, got everything sorted quickly, but with the hotel it was a bit off... breakfast turned out to be paid, even though I thought it was already included. Overall the city is cool, but I wore my feet out on the very first day — had to buy some ridiculous sneakers on Wenceslas Square. The coffee there, by the way, is expensive but tasty, and those trdelniks... I ate them every day, even though I understood it's just dough with sugar. I came back rested, true, the renovation didn't go anywhere, but the mood is completely different.

Прага керемет қала екен, менеджердің арқасында барын көрдік, ұшақта ұйықтап қалып, Карлов көпірінде таң атқанда суретке түскенім әлі есімде. Қайтқанда чемоданымды әрең сүйреттім, бірақ бұл сапар үшін бес балл қоямын.

Went to Prague on business, needed to sort out some paperwork with real estate, and the travel agency came in handy because of a discount on the package. Packed my suitcase, flew in — and didn't regret it: the hotel was two steps from Staromestska, so I walked everywhere, drank beer by the river, and in the evening came back happy, even though with blisters on my feet.

Took a trip to Prague spontaneously, a couple days before departure. The hotel turned out to be in a quiet area, about ten minutes to the tram. The rooms are small but clean, the bed creaked only at the headboard — my own fault, because I was jumping on it like an idiot. Walked across Charles Bridge early in the morning while tourists are asleep, touched the cold stone of the railing and listened to someone playing a trumpet somewhere behind me. I booked the Old Town tour separately, the guide spoke fast, I honestly missed half of it, but later I remembered everything from the photos. Had lunch at a pub around the corner, ordered pork knee and regretted about three times that I didn't bring a second stomach. Rode back tired but happy, at the airport bought a magnet with a mole and immediately lost it in my backpack. Five out of five, by the way, I'm giving not for the hotel, but for the city.

we went to prague because a childhood friend sent photos from the bridge and i got fired up, and on top of that they gave us the visa without any hassle... the travel agency sorted everything out fast, the manager picked a hotel two steps from the old town, and we drank beer there, ate trdelnik, i bought myself a mug with some kind of mole, then it turned out it wasn't a mole but some other animal. Anyway everything went well, i'd go back again, just next time i'll take more cash with me

Басында Прагаға бару ойы мүлдем жоқ еді, әйелімнің ағасы үйленеміз деп шақырған соң барып қалдық, чек алып беру үшін турагенттікке бардым. виза мен ұшақ билетін солар арқылы рәсімдедім, әуежайда күткенде біраз уақыт өтті. Праганың көшелері тайғақ екен, аяғыммен тас жолды басып көрдім, әбден тайып кете жаздадым. Карлов көпірінде суретшілер көп, біреуі менің бетімді салғысы келді, бірақ мен одан бас тарттым. Қонақүй таңғы асқа көп нәрсе қойған, тәтті тоқашты жеп қойдым

prague is something else. i arrived, walked out of the airport and immediately knew it was worth it. the hotel was fine, but the breakfasts... well i don't know, the porridge was kind of weirrd – but that's minor. The manager sorted everything out quickly when i got confused with the transfer. i walked around the old town, touched those stones on the pavement and for some reason thought about my own stuff. came home happy, even though my legs were just falling off)

went to sort out visa stuff, and also decided to dash to Prague. chose this agency because an acquaintance took a tour to Europe there and didn't seem to complain, though now i can't really remember for sure. the journey turned out long, with a layover, but the city itself is worth it, especially when you walk across Charles Bridge early in the morning and nobody's shoving you under the elbow. the hotel we got was small, the elevator creaked terribly and breakfast was modest — buns, cheese, coffee from a machine, but it was fine for us. we walked all day long, drank beer in courtyards, once we got lost around Žižkov and accidentally found a cool brewery with garlic soup. overall the trip left a pleasant feelling, despite the small everyday inconveniences, and i'd go back there again.

i flew to prague because i needed a schengen visa and my friend's vacation just happened to coincide, although actually i wanted to go to turkey but the travel agency said it's easier to collect documents for czechia... a bus tour around europe is of course a whole separate kind of trial. the hotel was ok, the breakfast was meager though, but i didn't care and ate croissants at a coffee shop around the corner (there the saleswoman also constantly mixed up the change, but that's minor stuff). i came back tired but happy and now i think i should have taken five stars not four

My dacha was in complete neglect, I never got around to it, so I decided that instead of a vacation at the seaside I'd fly to Prague — I had things to do there, not a vacation. The manager sorted everything out in one evening, I didn't even have to go anywhere. I arrived — and went straight into the city, didn't even drop my suitcase at the hotel. The streets are narrow, the stones underfoot worn smooth to a shine, I kept catching on something the whole time — either tourists with selfie sticks, or tram tracks. The coffee on Karlova Square is a whole separate story, just awful, though a glass of beer at five in the morning local time somehow hit the spot perfectly). On the third day I lost my route and accidentally came out to some palace — later it turned out it wasn't a palace but an ordinary post office, — and I sat there for an hour just on a bench. Charles Bridge, sure, it's crowded, but if you step aside... there's a spot where the river is louder than the crowd, and that's what I remember most of all. In Karlovy Vary I accidentally stumbled upon a shop with Becherovka — I bought three bottles, gave two away, drank one. I came back with a slight regret that I didn't walk around enough, but with a clear understanding — I'll go again, only in winter.

Prague... well i finally made it there. I flew with the agency from Almaty, everything was on point, no delays, but i waited about forty minutes for the transfer to the hotel, though thats minor. The city itself is something unreal, especially when you walk across the Charles Bridge and touch those statues, they are cold and smooth from time. The coffee in a little cafe on Wenceslas Square was so-so, but the trdelnik with cinnamon — just fire, i ate it two days in a row! I came back tired, my legs were buzzing, but i would still go again, just without tours this time, to simply wander the streets. Five out of five, definitely

әйелім мерейтойға Праганы талап етті, мен турфирмаға барып виза мен қонақүйлер жайын білмекші едім, сонда пакетке көндіріп қойды.. Карлов көпірі түгел туристер, таңертең гуманалар да бірден табылмады, бірақ сыра судан арзан

well, Prague... beautiful of course, I wore out my feet on Charles Bridge, but the crowds in summer are something else, though the beer and trdelnik were worth it, the manager from the travel agency texted right when we landed like all good?) but the hotel was a bit of a letdown, breakfast was modest and the elevator kept getting stuck between floors, but the city made up for everything, I'd probably come back again

wanted to just take a break from the construction at the dacha, and the manager talked me into taking Prague, even though I doubted at first and thought the city was boring, smells of history and tourists.. I arrived, went to Charles Bridge on the very first day, but not for the views, but to touch those statues – they're cold and rough like sandpaper, but then I found a tiny pastry shop with trdelnik, there the dough is hot and sticks to your fingers and that's it, I stood and ate right on the street, even though I usually don't do that!

Prague in January is not for the faint of heart, the wind is so strong it rips your hat off on Charles Bridge, but I still walked around happy as an idiot because the beer is warm and cheep. Got lost a couple of times in the alleys, froze like a dog, but I'd come back again without thinking twice