Czech mate indeed.
Sunday 1 October 2006
Lothar Tiff and I went on a four day trip to Prague. A 6 hour train ride there and a 6 hour train ride back. On my last day in Prague my digital camera was stolen on the subway!! GRR! I had my camera bag clipped to my purse since it wouldnt fit into my purse. I was wearing a long chain purse that you wear across your torso. Bit more difficult to steal. Anyways on the crowded loud subway they managed to open my camera case, which has an old velcro closure. And take the camera. I was back at the hostel when I realised my camera case was empty. Everything else is in tact, thank God. I have all my cash, credit cards, IDs,cell phone, passport and other documentation. I dont know how much that camera would be worth on the black market. I had glue all over it. But Im depressed and pissed off that my camera was stolen. Now I have no pictures of Germany or Prague. BASTARDS. I think i'm going to file my travel insurance claim now.
Prague was a bit strange. The food and the booze was cheap, as well as the clothes. Maybe its because they dont use the euro, or they only joined the EU in 2005. The rest of the Czech republic outside of Prague looked a bit dilapidated.
Prague is quite pretty from atop. It definately is the City of a Hundred Spires. You can tell it is a very old city. It looks gorgeous at night. From the ground, the buildings are deteriorating a little. And the city is a strange mix of restaurants, stores and sex shops. The first shop I saw was an internet cafe sex shop. dont you think prostitutes would distract you from your emails?
The public transportation in the city is fabulous.......well except for the theft of my camera. We were easily able to visit all the sites within our trip. I went to the Charles Bridge, Prague Castle, the Senate (which included in the dripping wall), the Jewish Quarter, Old Town, Wenceslas Square, The Lennon Wall (basically a wall completely covered in graffiti again and again. It occasionally has the likeness of John Lennon with a couple Beatles quotes), the Fred and Ginger building (which looks like it is dancing), the Prague market (I found all the locals and the Asians here, it was like the swap meet, so many Dolce and Gabbanna reproductions), passed by the Franz Kafka museum, and the park (which was exceptionally creepy because it had a running carnival, with carnies, but no other people. SCARY SCARY MUSIC).
I enjoyed the Goulash, but since we were there during public holidays many of the Czech restaurants were closed. Tiff wanted to get mexican food which really wasnt too my liking. I try to avoid mexican food outside of the American continents. But Czech Mexican food wasnt that bad. They had all the right ingredients, cooked in the wrong proportions.
On the way back from Prague, on we had to get off the train because they had to repair the train tracks. So we followed this old Czech woman, who spoke no english or German (Most Czechs were very friendly and extremely helpful, even if we didnt even ask for help). Boarded a bus to our next train station. We would've been totally lost without her. The train rides in Europe had me longing to watch Before Sunrise and Before Sunset.
When we finally got back to Lothars place, this required switching trains four times, boarding a bus and a taxi, Lothar's new flatmate had moved in. She's fluent in Spanish and German, and her English isnt too shabby. Her and her friends made brilliant mexican food.
I cant seem to escape mexican food in Europe.
Tomorrow we fly to Johannesburg to see my brother. Which is good because I desperately need to do laundry and I cant seem to find my tweezers. My eyebrows are bushier than ever.