Going on a holiday usually involves a nice getaway for a few days of work. For me at least. It usually means I experience a view of a city or spend some time by the sea. Travelling for me is not only my form of escape but a time to educate and refresh myself for my return home. It never ever involves being arrested for a false accusation.
On the 1st of August, I was invited by my boyfriend to meet his parents. In the trip, I knew I wanted to see the sites of Athens. What I experienced still till this day has left me humiliated and traumatised. How things can be massively exaggerated and blow out of proportion is beyond understanding. If you are yet to read the full story please read the full story – Arrested at the Acropolis: What Really Happened.
There is guidance already on what one should do if arrested in a foreign country. After the ordeal of what I went through, I would suggest every single person that travels to read them. They can be found on this link – Help if you’re arrested abroad
Protect yourself if you are arrested:
In all the countries I have been I have never ever been arrested! I feel it’s essential to know the following things below:
Know the number of the British Embassy for the country you are travelling too
Do not sign anything unless you fully understand what is being asked.
Contact your local embassy immediately
Request for a lawyer and a translator
Always have some form of identification with you on your person
Never argue with the local authorities
Tell the truth
Importantly stay calm and comply with the authorities
Looking back at the incident now, I don’t know how this could have been avoided. It could have happened anywhere and to anyone, but it occurred to me in Greece Athens, a country notoriously known for racism.
The Golden Dawn was a party that sat in the Greek parliament; and one of most far-right parties in Europe. While the party itself rejects the fascist label, it nonetheless espouses all core fascist- and more specifically Nazi- principles.
Five things you should be aware if you are ever arrested in a foreign country.
You can call the British Embassy
The first thing to do if you can is to ring the local British Embassy. There is an emergency contact number which you can also contact if the local embassy is closed. Unfortunately, I was unable to get through to the embassy at the time. One, I was hysterical and two my phone wasn’t allowing me to make calls.
When you do speak with the embassy, be sure to explain to them what happened clearly. They will advise you on what next to do, make them aware of where you are currently. The embassy can also arrange for friends and family to be informed. So be sure to identify someone you deeply trust.
Do not argue with the authorities (comply)
Comply with whatever the authorities ask you to do (within reason). This can be difficult if there is a language barrier. Do not sign anything you do not understand.
I was able to know what I needed to do next through signals. If they make signals for you to move or they are pushing you out of a site. I would advise you to comply and not argue.
Ask for a Translator
According to the Acropolis, Police Station was convinced that they couldn’t provide me with any legal advice or a lawyer. This made me extremely uncomfortable, but there wasn’t much I could do at the time. I was very fortunate that my boyfriend agreed to translate the statement. If you can get a professional please do so.
Ask for Legal Support
As a British Citizen, if arrested, you’re entitled to a lawyer and a translator. I, unfortunately, didn’t to receive any of these benefits until I was presented at court. Once you have contacted the British Embassy, they should be able to consult with what you should do next.
This has to be the most important advice I can give you. You won’t really know or understand what is going on. In such an ordeal, many people will be telling you different bits of information. Try and remain calm in shock, you won’t understand what is going on.
If possible, try and remain calm because it can be terrifying. It was most certainly the scariest thing I have ever experienced in my life. Moreover, I hope and pray that I never go through such an incident again. What helped me the most was having the love and support from you all. It really assured me that your prayers would be rightfully answered.
If you know you have done nothing wrong, then you have no reason to be at fault. I was able to speak the truth and immediately acquitted.
Thank you for taking the time to share, read and show your continued support. You may already know that I have now opened my blog to share other stories of discrimination while travelling. If you would like your account to be shared, please follow the link – Have you ever experienced discrimination?
Travelling has become more and more popular in the last few years – particularly solo travelling.
I have to be honest and tell you that I’ve been travelling by myself for years but hadn’t said it publicly for fear of people saying I had no friends. Sad I know, but I remember a former friend commenting when I suggested going alone saying ‘you can’t go by yourself do you not have any friends?’
I was going for a friend’s wedding in Malaysia and it made sense for me to make a quick stop, over to Bali. Had asked friends and family if they wanted to come along, but it just didn’t seem the right time despite letting them know well in advance. So because no one could come along, does that mean I shouldn’t go? Well, of course not! One of my priorities is seeing the world and waiting around for when people can go or when they can afford it, could take forever – so in these cases you have to go alone.
Travelling solo can be amazing if you want it to be, you can wake up when you want to. Go wherever you want to go! Do exactly what you want to do when you want to. I even make it a big deal to walk around naked in my hotel room, because it’s my space and I don’t have to worry about hurting anyone’s feelings but my own!
Here are some tips for travelling solo in Bali:
What to do for transport?
I would recommend checking out some tours and planning ahead. I did a tour with FoverVacationI was picked up from my hotel and taken to all the Instagram HOT spots places! And get this! I had a personal photographer that constantly took pictures of me until I was tired!
The hotel I stayed in had a van that drove me to nearby places. I stayed in Ubud, which is right next to the famous Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary and Ubud Palace and was lucky to get a ride to both of these places.
I would also recommend the apps Gojeck and Grab similar to Uber, but better and WAYYY cheaper. Some areas won’t allow you to be picked up by either of these apps, but if you can meet a nice driver you can make special arrangements for them to have your number and to pick you up when you want. I met a really nice taxi driver and would be happy to share his details – just drop me a message! And let him know that Adel from London gave you his number lol.
Is it safe to travel alone to Bali?
As a black female traveller, I am often asked about safety. Safety is a huge thing for me when I am travelling. I tend to always have braids when I’m travelling, so I am always stopped for this reason by locals who are interested in touching one’s hair. I must say no one in Bali even bothered me once about my hair. Which was shocking.
When I have been bothered I am never harmed, but it can be quite intimidating when travelling alone. All I would say to ensure your safety is use common sense and do your research. I know it sounds patronising, but you would be surprised how many people lack common sense when travelling in general! Bali, in my opinion, came across very safe to travel as a solo traveller.
Is travelling solo more expensive?
Someone recently asked me how much it cost me to go to Bali. I only told them the price of the flight which was £65 (return) from Singapore. I usually refrain from telling people the exact amount I spend on holidays because the price of your holiday can vary depending on what you want to do while you are away.
What I will say is this, you can go to Bali on the cheap and not spend money – but understand you won’t be doing much. Or you can budget yourself a bit and really have a fulfilled experience. I was only there for 4 days and would say I spent around £600 -£800 for accommodation, food and tours etc.
I hope my 3 tips helped you – I will be doing a second post going into more detail about my experience as a whole! So, if you have any further question, do ask away. I will be using this to incorporate in my next post.
Be sure to follow me on my socials @mybreakingviews to see my travel stories in Bali and around the world.
Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed the few pictures I showed you throughout the post. There will be more to follow.
There are several different versions of the story, and I only want to tell the truth about what happened to me in Athens. So, before I start, I want to state the facts of what happened:
On 1st August 2019, I went to the Acropolis temple with my boyfriend and his sister as we took pictures, I was grabbed by a woman and pushed out of the site. I was not once asked to leave or given any warning.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with my dress, I was arrested because a false accusation was made against me.
I was wrongly accused of a breach of sexual decency due to Karkos Anastasious, making a false statement that I lifted my dress twice.
The Acropolis site said they had video evidence of this. The surveillance never was presented to the police, me or the court.
I was acquitted.
I am now in the process of suing Karkos Anastasious for lying and racially targeting me for something I didn’t do.
ARRESTED IN ATHENS
ago, a guard at the Parthenon Acropolis in Athens wrongly accused me of
exposing my genitals to children, leading to a traumatic series of events
involving handcuffs, a charge of sexual indecency and more than 24 hours in custody
at a Greek police station.
It has been an incredibly difficult past few weeks and to say that I’ve been shaken by this ordeal is a mild way to put it. There have been many different, sometimes false interpretations of what went on that fateful day, but here I am finally, presenting the truth.
boyfriend Solomon and I arrived in Athens, El. Venizelos International Airport
on 31st July at around 9.15pm after a 3-and-a-half hours’ flight
from London’s Luton Airport. We were tired from a full day at work but mostly
excited to explore the city we had been planning to visit for months.
Athens was where Solomon grew up and where most of his family still lives. They emigrated to Greece from Nigeria shortly after Solomon’s first birthday in search of a better life. Seeing his excitement when we arrived was an emotional moment for me.
It was obvious in his face as we sat on the x95 bus that he had a lot of fond memories growing up in Greece, and I was grateful to be sharing this special moment with him. Solomon had told me many stories about growing up in the birthplace of democracy. He told me that Athens was a city that truly expressed itself, which was evident by the endless number of graffiti engulfing the streets. I was truly excited to get to know this city more intimately.
was also meant to be extra special as it was when I would meet Solomon’s parents
for the first time. I am not going to lie, I was very nervous at first but they
welcomed me with open arms and Greek Hospitality which made me feel truly at
While we were planning the trip, we knew that visiting Athens’ iconic monuments were on the agenda. My trip was only for 3 days, so I prioritised seeing the Hellenic Parliament, the Acropolis and Plaka.
The Acropolis is an ancient fortress which
sits atop a rocky hill in Athens. In English, ”acro” means the highest point while “polis” means city. It’s a beautiful site which homes a number of historically significant
ancient Greek buildings and architecture.
I was so excited about visiting the site that I went to Boohooand got a long halter-neck white dress. The idea was to dress like a Greek Goddess. It was the perfect dress, especially for the sometimes unbearable Greek heat (think 40 degrees 104 Fahrenheit!).
We embarked on our sightseeing trip mid-afternoon on 1st of August the second day we arrived. We then made our way to the Acropolis after a fruitful visit to the parliament. At the Parliament, I was impressed by how they were able to sustain the heat in their uniform.
When we arrived at the Acropolis, we were advised not to walk to the top of the site as it was too hot, so we went to do some other sightseeing around the area. From the architecture to the natural landscapes and the company that I had, everything about Athens was lovely and inspiring.
At about 5.30pm, Solomon, his sister Rhoda and I headed over to the Acropolis. I had already seen lots of different pictures on social media and was excited about going over to see the historical site. I had learned that the Acropolis was built for the Goddess Athena, so I knew my outfit honoured that and was appropriate.
We headed straight to the top, taking pictures along the way. There were lots of laughs and even more photo-taking. We stood in front of the Parthenon, taking turns to take pictures. After Solomon posed for photos, it was my turn to pose for the camera. As I was posing, I felt my whole body being aggressively grabbed.
CHAOS AND CONFUSION
sure what was going on but tried my best to keep my cool while I was forcefully
escorted by a woman and 3 to 4 other guards with walkie-talkies. In my confusion, I asked for an explanation in English. Instead of
being answered, I was screamed at in Greek.
At this point, Solomon and Rhoda started speaking in Greek while I was still being escorted down the rocky and unbalanced terrain. I understood nothing and was confused but still didn’t think much of it.
I finally got to the bottom of the Acropolis and was shoved into a small room. I started to worry but wasn’t too panicked. It’s probably just a solvable misunderstanding, I thought. But when Rhoda burst into tears and said ”you’re a liar!” in English, I knew something was wrong.
explained to me that the guard said we were taking pornographic pictures and I
literally burst out laughing at the absurdity of his accusation. I’m free-spirited
and adventurous, sure. But Pornographic pictures? Umm, last time I checked,
nipples are still banned from Instagram and that’s where all my pictures end
I quickly noticed a police car but did not
believe that it would be for me. I was becoming restless and confused. Solomon
had already shown the pictures to the staff, which were clearly far from
pornographic, so I didn’t understand what else they wanted. Rhoda then explained that we should
wait for ”CCTV evidence” of me taking pornographic pictures, evidence the
guards said they had. I knew this wasn’t true and was
happy to run along with their lies.
After about 5 mins or so of waiting for the
purported proof, the guards asked for our IDs. As we did not have our passports
with us, the guards said they could not show us the footage.
The police were already walking towards us and I started to get scared. When the police came they continued communicating in Greek, so I left Solomon and Rhoda to deal with the police on my behalf. When I explained that I didn’t speak Greek, they told me in English that we had to give our phones and come to the police station to verify our identities and to search for the alleged ”pornographic pictures”. They said it will only take 5 minutes. I knew I had done nothing wrong, so I complied. I handed my phone to the police officers and was driven to the police station.
GREEK POLICE & CCTV
FOOTAGE THAT NEVER WAS
An hour passed at the police station and I
started to ask questions: When will we be
leaving?When can I get my phone
back? No one, not the eight officers surrounding us, answered my questions.
After asking them repeatedly, one officer
finally explained to me in English that a guard at the Acropolis had alleged
that I had flashed myself. The guard said that I had opened my legs wide to show
my genitals to the public. I rejected this accusation and insisted that this
was a lie, but the police officer said that the guard had CCTV evidence. I said
that if I was under arrest that I should have at least have my rights read out
to me, a lawyer and a translator. He assured me I wasn’t being arrested and
told me to continue to wait for my phone to be thoroughly checked.
While I was waiting to get my phone back, Solomon’s parents arrived at the police station and were shocked and perplexed by the accusations. After three hours of waiting, I finally got my phone back.
But that did not mean I was free. At this point, I saw the Acropolis guard – my accuser, Karkos Anastasious, walk into the station. He was there to make his police statement. I hoped and prayed that he told the truth, figured out it was a misunderstanding and apologised. But I was dead wrong.
After Karkos Anastasious left, Solomon, Rhoda and I were brought in by police officers into a room separately to verify our identities. Finally, this is almost over, I thought.
One by one, the police brought Solomon, Rhoda
and I for questioning. When it was my turn, I was asked in broken English to
show the pictures I took on my phone. I complied and even showed them the
Deleted Photos folder on my phone. I was then told to sit down and wait.
As I sat there, 4 or 5 officers began speaking to each other. I didn’t understand what they were saying but picked up on the word “Arrest”. 30 minutes in, I messaged Solomon.
Solomon looked upset and confused before he told me:
In a quiet tone Solomon said “Ade, they’re saying you have to stay in custody. The guard made a crazy accusation about you and they are arresting you and you have to go to court tomorrow.”
This was when I made the first tweet informing
the world of my arrest.
It would be a lie if I said I didn’t cry. I
cried so much that I became hysterical.
What do you mean I’m staying here? What did I do to deserve this? I didn’t flash myself, I promise you! I pleaded and begged. I didn’t understand why someone would make such a lie up!
I started to ask for the video evidence while sobbing and screaming. Solomon tried to calm me down, explaining to me that there was no evidence, and that, I can request for it when I’m at court and tell the judges what had really happened.
With tears in my eyes, I begged for a translator.
I did not believe what was going on nor what Solomon was telling me. I still
clung to the hope that perhaps, he had mistranslated but the officers simply
responded with a shrug, informing me that there is none. Some moments I thought
Solomon was lying and at other moments I genuinely believed the whole ordeal
was a nightmare. I could not fathom what was going on.
I tried contacting the British Embassy, but my phone wouldn’t make calls (I later found out that EE had turned off my outgoing calls in Europe).
I was in deep shock. ME, going to court? I had never been to court a day in my life and today I was going to stay in a cell and be heard in court in a foreign country. Solomon, who tirelessly continued to speak in Greek to the officers on my behalf, explained to me that as there weren’t enough beds and since I was crying and seemed shaken by the ordeal, the officers would allow me to stay at the police station while I was in custody. Solomon asked to stay with me, and he was allowed to. I didn’t feel like it was his role but as I didn’t know what I was being accused of I asked Solomon if he would translate the statement made by my accuser, Karkos Anastasious.
In his statement, he said that he had walked
over to me, asking me to leave. He said that instead of leaving the premises, I
lifted my dress and flashed my genitals to adults not once, but twice. Of
course, I had done no such thing.
Solomon and I sat in the station from 6 pm on 1st August till 10 am the next day. In that time, I slept for less than an hour without any food.
The conditions at the police station where I was detained was disgusting. The toilet had no light, no tissue and was filthy. At one point, Solomon offered to accompany me to the toilet with his phone flashlight so I could see, but he was immediately instructed by officers not to. As I couldn’t use the toilet without any tissue anyway, I held it in.
At 10 pm, Solomon left me to get some food and tissue paper. I was crying a lot despite his best attempts to calm me down and make the hellish affair as comfortable as possible. He even pushed some chairs together so we could lie down and get some rest.
But I wasn’t able to calm down. I had so many questions, but no one to answer them. I was glad that I still had my phone, which I used to communicate with friends and family about what was going on. In the time we were held at the police station, several different police officers entered the office, smoking with different girls. It didn’t look like they were working, but I decided to stay as quiet and inoffensive as possible and try to get some rest.
Being a black female travel blogger, I decided that sharing this was important for people to understand what it’s can be like while travelling black. I prayed and prayed that whatever this was, I would wake up from this nightmare. I could not understand why someone would make such a disgusting lie about another person. I could not come up with any reason except for that I was being targeted as a black woman.
I was told that I would be taken to court at 8 am the next day, but at 8.30 am my fingerprints were taken by a police officer, which required black-ink all over my hands. Solomon then told me that he wasn’t allowed to go with me to court and that he would have to leave soon. This brought me to tears, so he decided to stay a little longer.
broke the news to me that I would need to be put in handcuffs while being
transported to court. I began to cry again.
9.30am came by, more than an hour after I was meant to be in court. When it was time for Solomon to leave I kept a brave face on as crying would only oblige him to stay. At approximately 10 am, the British Embassy called me explaining that I needed to call a lawyer from a list they had sent me via email and that my boyfriend needed to bring me my passport.
All the calls I made to the listed lawyers either didn’t get through or it was to a lawyer that didn’t deal with criminal law. At this point, I felt so alone and in an utter state of panic.
Moments later, a man came into the office,
speaking Greek. One of the officers prompted me to follow him. To my surprise, I wasn’t put in
handcuffs, which calmed me down a bit. I followed the officer to a small car
where two men were cuffed together in the back seat of the vehicle, prompting a
fresh bout of tears to spring from my eyes.
prisoner who sat in the middle of the back seat tapped my knee in an attempt to
provide some comfort, which I appreciated. I continued to
beg God to get me out of this in one piece.
I was taken to what I believed to be some sort of prison, and we were all put into one room. The room had my stomach-churning. The room was a yellow-painted wall with stains all over it and smelled revolting. The benches we had to sit on were shabby with stains on them. I had never seen anything like this before.
around 50 to 60 other alleged criminals in the room, with many of them smoking
and speaking on their mobiles. Less than five of us were women and two young
girls were handcuffed together. I sat next to the young
girls while a man stared, licking his lips. I felt extremely uncomfortable and
did my best to cover myself with my bag.
There was a group of men who walked in with no shoes on and with bruised arms and legs, which scared me even more. Every time I started crying, the other prisoners continued to encourage me to be calm with a thumbs up. I was there for nearly 3 hours while we were called upon one at a time to take our pictures and fingerprints. I was also increasingly desperate for the toilet but refused to go as there was no light, and the smell was nauseating. Although I had a watch on, I stopped keeping track of the time as it was only making me more anxious. I was supposed to be at the beach and I was meant to be going home the next day. Instead, I was sat in a cell for something I didn’t do.
Eventually, I was put in handcuffs. I wasn’t
cuffed to another person. Thank God, I
thought. At this point, I was trying to count the small blessings in such a
horrid situation. There was only one great thing about that cell and that was
leaving for my next hurdle.
ACQUITTED IN ATHENS
On my way to court, I was asked by another
prisoner if I was ok. I nodded with the hope not to have to speak to anyone for
fear of trouble. I stayed quiet, I wanted out of this situation, and the only
way to get out of there was for me to keep silent and keep out of trouble.
When I arrived at the court, Solomon was
already there calling out positive affirmations to me through the window of the
coach I was sitting in. “We are going home today, baby!,” he shouted.
I burst into tears, fighting it was no use. He
had also come with his family. Getting off the coach in handcuffs and having his family see me in cuffs
was such a shameful experience: Within 24 hours of meeting my partner’s parents,
they were seeing me in handcuffs. I wanted the ground to
swallow me up whole and make me disappear.
Solomon and his family followed me into an
area where all prisoners were being kept. He wasn’t allowed to come and talk to
me but called my name to wave at me and tell me that he had found me a
translator. I lifted my
cuffed hands to wave back. I was so worried because I hadn’t been able to get a
lawyer. My friend Debbie had been messaging me about one, but my battery was
weak. I finally spoke to my translator that told me that I
had to remain patient.
Another hour or two had passed when all
prisoners were led to a courtroom. My boyfriend and his family stood outside right behind me with words of
encouragement and supportive smiles. I felt reassured to
have his family behind me as well as the love and support I received.
One by one, a prisoner was led out of the
courtroom. I didn’t
know where they were going, but the room slowly emptied. After
an hour or so, all of the last few prisoners, including myself, were instructed
into another room. I saw 3 judges sat at the far end of the court in front of
us. One by one, a prisoner was called to stand in front of the judges.
name was called to stand in front of the judges, I gulped and took a deep
breath: my legs were shaken, and my belly was turning. I
stood up in front of the judges, to tell the truth. My translator asked me a
few questions like where I lived and what I did for a living. I explained this
in detail. I was asked how do I plead to the charges. Athough, Solomon had
already explained to me what I was being charged for I still wanted to confirm
with the translators who tried to explain them to me. I denied all charges and
requested for video evidence to be shown where I was doing this and for the
guard that made the false allegation. He was called on twice but didn’t come to
the stand. I then explained that I would never intentionally come to a country
and disrespect it. I was only trying to honour the Greek Goddess with my
outfit. I told the judges that I had witnesses with me here today that can
testify against what the guard said.
At this point, the translator asked me to hold on as he said I didn’t need to explain myself further. I WAS ACQUITTED! I didn’t even hear what had been said. Time had frozen for me. The translator explained again that I was free to go. I was in a standstill for a split second, and I looked up and burst into tears. My God had seen me through. I was proven innocent and free to go. I was innocent! I am innocent!
this to you was raw for me, and involved many rounds of fresh tears and crying.
In some ways, it has let me realise some pain I am still
holding on too.
I stand by my belief that I have experienced racism, and I now want to use my platform to help other people that have experienced discrimination while travelling to share their story. I was targeted as a black woman and I am sure I am not and will not be the first person to be targeted this way. There are many others, not just in Greece and other countries that have been targeted while travelling.
I have to say how eternally grateful for those who have supported me. Honestly, thank you. I am in absolute awe. You showed me what a great community we are in. I have many specific people to be thankful for mainly: Nomadness, Eulanda and Omo, Ardil (for legal advice), Marty and Debbie, my sister Renee and my family (who called the British Embassy for me). There are many others who have lent me their helping hand and honestly can’t thank them all enough. The support I received was truly overwhelming.
To those that were against me, I hope you have
taken the time to read on what really happened and judge for yourself from a
fair and objective manner. Either way, thank you for reading to the end – you
now know the full truth.
Please note: I know my story has been shared on several platforms including, The Sun, The Daily Mail, Fox News, The Mirror, Open TV and many more. I want to discredit anyone who believes I was paid for my story. I do not intend to be paid for this tragedy. My only intention is to tell the story as transparent as possible.
Welcome to my first series in A Day with MBV in Prague.
Today’s A Day with MBV…will be in Prague! I enjoyed visiting Prague because it was a short flight; the journey to the airport was just the best (I met some of the group travellers who just had me cracking up from 5 am). It was a short but sweet trip, where I met some great people and was able to explore a city!
I know I know, it was only a day! The reaction my manager gave me when I returned to work was just priceless! But I’m about to show you what you can do in only one day! So read on!
So, what did I do in just one day??
We started by getting our travel cards for the day, which cost only £3.00 EACH!! That is cheap as chips! We then got two different types of transport to where we were heading. This journey involved lots and lots of running, and catching buses and trains! Let’s say it didn’t seem like Google Maps was our friend that day!
Waf Waf Brunch
First stop – We had brunch at WafWaf a place where you can build your very own breakfast with any base of your choice – crepe, waffle or American pancakes. Of course, I went for the American pancakes with chicken, cream, snickers (my fave chocolate) banana and syrup. What? The girl was hungry.
The place was absolutely great thanks again to @traveleatslay who managed to secure us complimentary milkshakes. If you love a place that is Instagrammble then this place is for you.
Cost – £3.44
Wallenstein Palace Gardens
Second stop – We then made our way to the Prague Castle and accidentally stumbled at the Wallenstein Palace Garden which was absolutely beautiful. The Wallenstein Palace Garden is a Baroque palace in Malá Strana, Prague, that used to serve as a residence for Imperial Generalissimo Albrecht von Wallenstein and now houses the Senate of the Czech Republic. Another place for Instagram – check out a picture below.
Cost – £0.00
Third stop – We finally found the famous Prague Castle which was the longest walk ever! To make matters worse it was drizzling, and the walk was uphill – not two combinations I enjoyed. Once we were at the top I was happy to see the view before me. Prague Castle is a castle complex in Prague, the Czech Republic, dating from the 9th century. It is the official office of the President of the Czech Republic. The castle was a seat of power for kings of Bohemia, Holy Roman emperors, and presidents of Czechoslovakia. This place is nice to take pictures for the view – check out pictures below.
Cost – £0.00
St Charles Bridge
Fourth stop – We then headed to the Charles bridge. If you live in London, you will know all the famous bridges we have across central London. The Charles bridge was built very differently to the other bridges I’ve seen before. The Charles Bridge is a historic bridge that crosses the Vltava river in Prague, Czech Republic. It was built in 1357 under the auspices of King Charles IV and finished at the beginning of the 15th century.
Cost – £0.00
John Lennon Wall
Fifth stop – I had always wanted to get to the John Lennon Wall ever since I knew I was going to Prague. I love street art and graffiti because they tell stories of a country. I think we were there for ages just taking pictures and boomerangs – I absolutely loved it! The Lennon Wall or John Lennon Wall is a wall in Prague, Czech Republic. Once a normal wall, since the 1980s it has been filled with John Lennon-inspired graffiti and pieces of lyrics from Beatles’ songs.
Please note: This again was not an easy place to locate via google maps, luckily we were able to meet a nice local who kindly walked us to the wall and took pictures of us!
Cost – £0.00
Dinner at Café Márnice
Final stop – We headed over to Café Marnice where I had the famous Prague sausage with chips and salad; with a glass of rose. I like a little drink when I’m away on a trip!
I can’t say I enjoyed this restaurant that much because they didn’t take card payment. It made me realise that living in London, you can take a lot of things for granted as most places have a card machine. Going to Prague reminded me that not everywhere is as technologically savvy as London as I had to get money out to pay for my meal – Lesson learnt.
Cost – £15.75
It is surprising what you can see in just one day if you plan it well. I hope you enjoyed my first A Day with MBV series.
My next one will be A Day with MBV InBerlin. Be sure to subscribe to my mailing list so you don’t miss out on my next post!
Have you done a day trip abroad? Let me know in the comments below.
Before I get into the logistics. I would like to say that I hope the month of August is a fruitful month for every single one of us. Can you believe it’s been two weeks since I relaunched MyBreakingViews website? It has been extremely overwhelming with all the lovely comments, and I can’t thank you all enough for your support!
I feel like a new month is a call for something BRAND NEW. Read on, you will get it soon.
I’ve brought you all here today to tell you about my new series called ‘A Day with MBV…’ I’ve been flying to a few countries (here and there – you know) and participating in a number of activities this year. All of these have been quick little things, which I have thoroughly enjoyed.
Anyways, all these activities got me thinking; how can I share my days with you all? Where you can ask questions to build your travel knowledge, and most importantly, enjoy the travel with me! And then it came to me – I could do a series of my activities.
Let me formally introduce you to my series:
‘A Day with MBV…‘
What can you expect with A Day with MBV series?
A Day with MBV… will be packed with lots of goodies! I will be writing about my day in a country or my day somewhere close by, like the Hitchin Lavander Farm! It could be absolutely anything! I want to show you what you can get done in just a day!
A Day with MBV...
This will sometimes contain a small itinerary, (which you can steal) of where to go, what you should do, how to go and do it, and a cost break down of the different attractions, where you can eat and more! Heck, you might even get a free day trip on me!
Want to be up in the mix? Subscribe to my mailing list, you don’t miss out on the first A Day with MBV…
My first post of the series will be ‘A Day with MBV In Prague‘.
It always seems impossible until it’s done – Nelson Mandela
I was going to title my first blog post: “Disappointed with my lack of consistency.” But then realised that the title would’ve been a little too harsh. My boyfriend reminded me that being disappointed with myself wasn’t where I should be, so I instead titled it ‘Feel the Fear & Do it Anyway.’
Many people ask me when I was going to relaunch the blog. I came up with excuse after excuse like, ‘I think too many people are in the game now’ or ‘I don’t think blogging is for me’ … This, of course, we’re all just excuses I made to not follow my passion for writing and telling my story. Very truthfully, it was also a cover-up of what was going on in my life.
Without going into too much detail, I was ina bad placeand blogging was the least of my concerns. Thankfully, I got the help that I needed. I hope one day I can write about it because I know there are several people who could benefit from some help.
For a long time.
I would torture myself by constantly thinking *negative* thoughts that were destructive and frankly didn’t help me with my life. I would focus on feelings of regret like: I wish I had started my blog while living in Singapore, or I wish I didn’t keep stopping and starting and just kept going. It was pure agony. I felt like I had failed so many times to the point where I reached a standstill: I got too afraid of trying again and relaunching the blog.
I know I shouldn’t but for some annoying reason, I felt like I should be disappointed with myself. Disappointed for being inconsistent, disappointed for allowing life to push me into quitting the blog… You see, life did get to me. It got to the point that I had to stop blogging. Relinquishing it all felt like some form of peace.
It was only much later that I realised taking a step back and removing myself from the situation would be the better option. Not only for myself but also for my loved ones.
And so, I escaped. I escaped from all of it and once I was out, I realised I had no reason to be disappointed with starting my blog again.
I did a lot of thinking and understood the truth which is: I am only human. I have bad days and I have good days. On my bad days I slow down, and I am no longer guilty of slowing down! In fact, I’m glad I did. I needed to take the time out to reflect and grow. Sometimes it is good to start again. It means you are coming back stronger, wiser and a whole lot better!
Since I’ve been gone, I have grown mentally and spiritually. I relaunched this website, I’ve started a platform called Black Travel Creators and I even managed to organise a travel event (with the help of Wandurlustcalls of course!). I’ve done so much behind the scenes and I now feel like I needed a place to share who I really am.
I am coming out of my shell again. I’m so hopeful for both myself and My Breaking Views.
My Breaking Views is back once again, still trying, still going and nothing is going to stop me!