Ah Prague. A melting pot of European cultures and beer. A
city with ancient secrets and beer. A place where new and old friends were mad
with beer. If you haven’t picked up on the subtle hints, the Czech Republic is
full of beer and meat, but mainly beer.
Prague is an exceptional city, dirt cheap for us
Australians, STRAYA! But simply full of history and one the greatest drinking
cultures I have ever witnessed. One thing I love about Europe is the ability to
walk down a street merrily swinging your beer as you sing Chumbawamba, and
never has a city embraced this lack of law like Prague. Everyone in Prague has
a beer in their hand. From the child in the pram (usually cause Mum has her
hands full with the one she already has, in each hand) to the dottery old lady
crossing the road. It becomes clear why she is dottery after she empties the
thirty beer cans into the bin.
Besides the drinking this is a brilliant city, full of
little modern bars, exciting exhibitions and history. Meeting with two old
friends in Josef and Luciee was a great time, and the fact we then tagged along
with Luciee for the rest the week was an even better time! The Czech’s on the
whole are not friendly people, but being embraced by Luciee’s group of friends
was something to treasure.
Prague is also the city of festival, and don’t we just love
festivals! For the duration of our stay there was the Island music festival
which is a free jazz and ambient music festival on the Islands on the Danube,
we managed to also frequent the annual Prague food festival which tickeled our
tastebuds in the most agreeable way, the arts and fashion festival in the
centre of town and by far my most favourite, the Andy Warhol exhibition. Which
technically isn’t a festival, but for my eyes it was. A visual festival if you
will.
The city is full to the brim of sights, and being the
diligent tourists we are, we managed to see the majority of them, but my personal
favourite apary from the Charles Bridge (which is simply gorgeous darling) was
the Lennon wall. A simple tribute to one the greats, hidden behind a church and
next to the river, this is a beautiful sight. The level of street art and
buskers were simply incredible in this fine city and of course how could I not
mention the meat. This part of Europe is destined to give me Coronary Heart
Disease as the food here is just meatalicious. Seriously it is a vegetarian’s
worst nightmare. I am still salivating.
On a side note we stayed in an airbnb flat while we were
there. A young man by the name of Juan was our host. Now Juan took quite a
fancy to myself (and why wouldn’t he, he’s only human! Am I right!! Seriously
though). This fancy led to Juan answering Emma’s questions towards me, only
saying good morning to me and ignoring Emma and I am almost certain filming me
in the shower. Now like any young lass trying to her impress her dashing prince
I took every opportunity to escape the confines of Juan’s hungry stare by
dressing in skimpy clothing and dropping my pen in front of him. Kidding, I hid
behind Emma majority of the time. Ah Juan, we could have had it all. If you
weren’t really creepy and I didn’t have a girlfriend or wasn’t straight.
