The weather has been abysmal for most of my stay here. Cold and rainy. This is probably just as well because I've been quite a lazy-ass of late. Not so much pep in my step. I came here mostly to visit a friend (and return a camera lens left behind in Georgia) although I was curious to see what Praha had become. For the most part I've manage to do two things exceptionally well: Jack and Shit. I'm ashamed to say that I've watched most of the sixth season of House and the entire last season of Lost on my computer (Radka hooked me up). Yes, I deserve to be ridiculed. But while I'm on the topic I've got two syllables to describe the Lost finale: stu-pid. I feel dumber for having watched it all. If you see me on the street you have my permission to punch in the face. Do it.
My excuse? I was tired and needed to rest and sleep for an extended stint. I did manage to get out a little, gobble some yummy Czech food, ride a bicycle around Prague, snap a few photos, throw down 10 gin and tonics while trying not to make an ass out of myself (unsuccessful), watch my Polish friend shop for footwear, so on and so forth. And don't worry, I found a Starbucks. Actually, I found three of them. Welcome to Prague.
Cruising around Prague on a bike is actually rather stimulating in an 'obstacle course' sort of way. No well-developed system of bike paths here (compared with Copenhagen and Berlin). The fun is trying to negotiate the cobblestone streets and hordes of wide-eyed tourists without ever putting your foot on the ground. Give it a shot. It ain't easy brother.
I have a lasting memory of Prague…from 14 years ago. At the time I was young, not well-traveled, and easily impressed. Prague was just starting to attract globetrotters. It was one of the highlights of what I like to call the American College Asshole European Tour. I remember standing outside some bar (don't remember which) having a conversation with a thirty-something American guy from Ohio with green hair. He looked fairly average and unremarkable (in other words he did not have that punky alternative vibe that might explain his head) but for some reason his hair was green. I never did ask why.
Lucky for him he was able to find his fix at a reasonable price. I know I felt relieved. That is the part of the conversation that made him sound intelligent. He then proceeded to give me his critique of a live sex show he attended in Amsterdam. Mr. Ohio Green Hair was extremely disappointed that the performance did not culminate with the male thespian ejaculating on stage. Instead he just feigned an orgasm as he swung his crowbar at the audience. Green Hair seemed to be borderline angry about this conclusion, liked he'd thrown his money away. In other words he felt screwed.
|Here you can do whatever the hell these folks are doing.|
|Here you can't do whatever the hell these folks are doing.|
|Love Lock Bridge: Where couples come to 'secure' their devotion for eternity. Adorable.|