Czech it Out!
Okay I saw that on a touristy souvenir t-shirt here in Prague and couldn't resist using the horrible homophone myself!
Prague is a smallish city teeming with tourists. They come by the busload and inevitably wander around with their cameras following a tour guide brandishing a kitschy umbrella or long-stemmed plastic flower. It's hard to get a quiet moment anywhere. And all the prices are overinflated due to the presence of the tourists.
Given that you would think that nobody could possibly like this city. But they do. I certainly do.
There is something so charming in the air - I love browsing through all the puppet shops, the stalls of artisans of the famous Charles Bridge, taking in the view up at Prague Castle or even just sitting by the bank of the river and watching the sun go down.
I walked for hours from one side of the city to the other just ducking into the cute little stores and marvelling at the beautiful buildings here (although I have to say that 'world famous' astronomical clock was a little disappointing).
We also took a little day trip with a couple of gorgeous Canadian girls to a little town 70km out of Prague in Kutna Hora. This town, while not very exciting in and of itself, is remarkable for its Ossuary which is a church with all the decorations made out of human bone. It is estimated that the bones of approximately 40,000 people were used in making giant bone chalices, bone chandeliers and bone pyramids. It was a macabre but surreal experience. The cleaned and whitewashed bones did not really resemble pieces which had once been part of living, breathing people. But still, wandering the church and the small cemetary on its grounds really gave you a sense of your own mortality.
Now if you're wondering why I'm writing a blog in the middle of a beautiful day in Prague the answer is NEVER, EVER, EVER under ANY condition stay at The Golden Sickle hostel in Prague. It is one of the WORST hostels I have EVER, EVER stayed at. The receptionist is constantly hung over and/or high and has a habit of just disappearing and abusing the guests. So this morning when there was a queue of three groups waiting to check out she decided to go buy milk and disappear for 45 minutes causing us to miss our bus to Cesky Krumlov. EVIL, EVIL woman. GAH!!!!
Prague is a smallish city teeming with tourists. They come by the busload and inevitably wander around with their cameras following a tour guide brandishing a kitschy umbrella or long-stemmed plastic flower. It's hard to get a quiet moment anywhere. And all the prices are overinflated due to the presence of the tourists.
Given that you would think that nobody could possibly like this city. But they do. I certainly do.
There is something so charming in the air - I love browsing through all the puppet shops, the stalls of artisans of the famous Charles Bridge, taking in the view up at Prague Castle or even just sitting by the bank of the river and watching the sun go down.
I walked for hours from one side of the city to the other just ducking into the cute little stores and marvelling at the beautiful buildings here (although I have to say that 'world famous' astronomical clock was a little disappointing).
We also took a little day trip with a couple of gorgeous Canadian girls to a little town 70km out of Prague in Kutna Hora. This town, while not very exciting in and of itself, is remarkable for its Ossuary which is a church with all the decorations made out of human bone. It is estimated that the bones of approximately 40,000 people were used in making giant bone chalices, bone chandeliers and bone pyramids. It was a macabre but surreal experience. The cleaned and whitewashed bones did not really resemble pieces which had once been part of living, breathing people. But still, wandering the church and the small cemetary on its grounds really gave you a sense of your own mortality.
Now if you're wondering why I'm writing a blog in the middle of a beautiful day in Prague the answer is NEVER, EVER, EVER under ANY condition stay at The Golden Sickle hostel in Prague. It is one of the WORST hostels I have EVER, EVER stayed at. The receptionist is constantly hung over and/or high and has a habit of just disappearing and abusing the guests. So this morning when there was a queue of three groups waiting to check out she decided to go buy milk and disappear for 45 minutes causing us to miss our bus to Cesky Krumlov. EVIL, EVIL woman. GAH!!!!
posted by Xin @ 7:12 PM
1 Comments:
At 12:34 AM,
Meng said…
I think Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt are there at the moment. See if you can kidnap one of their kids, hold it for ransom :P Then see if you can bring back Brad for me. Or Angelina, really. They're both not too shabby for me.
Thanks.
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