CHANGES

CHANGES IN AMERICAN CUSTOMS

There have been a lot of big changes just in my brief lifetime.  While many of them (the rise of the computer, gay acceptance, etc) are daily hammered into us, here are five which are less well publicized.


CARRYING THE BRIDE OVER THE THRESHOLD

While some have claimed it's "So the bitch can't escape" the actual answer seems a bit more complicated than that.

I mean, there are easier ways to make sure the bride can't run off...

In the olden days there were a lot of kidnappings and some how having the man's hands full of woman - instead of weapon - prevented it.  Doubtless if your bride was a midget, you'd have an easier time of things.  Yet another reason midgets are superior.

Plus, you'd have the whole 'Mad Max' thing going.

Evil spirits might enter the bride unless she was carried over the threshold.  That was a problem back then.  These days who wouldn't want a 'demon in the sack'?

Being out of your mind insane - or better still possessed - while having sex is probably a huge turn on for most men.

Carrying a woman over the threshold also highlighted her modesty - she didn't want to appear to keen to lose her virginity.  By her husband grabbing her and carrying her in, he was asserting his manly dominance and she was just the helpless party.   According to a study, seven out of ten people have had sex by the time they're nineteen years old.  It is unknown if the other three are lying.  Hence, your chances of carrying a virgin are pretty slim.  In this age of women still working to get liberated women may or may not have had as many or more sexual partners than the men.

Lugging your bride over the threshold also sought to escape the bad luck that would befall the wife were she to trip over the threshold while entering her new home.  Honestly, if her husband fell on her, her luck would probably be worse.

Especially if these two were trying to carry each other...

These days you might trip over one of her children from a previous hookup while entering the house.  Which brings us to -

BASTARD

The dictionary definition of a bastard is 'a person born of parents not married to each other'.

Back in the eleventh century (a couple years before even my time) the term 'bastard' had more severe connotations.  It was a big deal.  Even William the Conqueror was sometimes called William the Bastard.  Presumably when he couldn't hear it.

Free room and board for calling the king 'a bastard'?  Who wouldn't be excited about that?

In popular culture and usage, the word's primary definition has slowly changed to become a mild insult.

The reason is that in the USA there is one divorce every thirty six seconds, your chances of knowing or being a 'bastard' are pretty good.

"If the divorce rate is 50%, when two people say 'I do', one is lying." - Logan Horsford.

To get away from a lot of bastards, you might need to take a -


ROAD TRIP

Back in the 1980's, Americans would regularly take road trips.  European's apparently haven't had this custom since their early 1900's as gas prices seem to be double or triple the USA.

In the USA, you'd typically pile into a car with several friends and drive off to somewhere else on a fairly flimsy premise for anywhere from a couple hours to a whole day.  Heck, they even built special roads back in the 1950's which helped out with this.

For longer road trips, things like the iconic Route 66 became popular.

Soaring gas prices have ensured the last most people have heard of 'Road Trip' was the mediocre movie released in the year 2000.

Of course, you might not need to take a road trip for something special when you can just do some -

DRUGS

One of the earlier conversations I overheard a group of adults discussing was drugs.  They were discussing them in hushed, serious tones.  Apparently, one of the older boys had been caught with some...marijuana.

In the 1970's, many non-hippies believed that doing any sort of drugs would inevitably lead to snorting cocaine off a hookers ass

Love the internet.  You want a picture of someone sorting coke off a hookers' ass?  You got it.

Eventually, drugs would cause you to spin out of control and exhibit bizarre, anti-social behavior.

Like dressing in garb from the ninetieth century.

Back then, drugs were bad, but today have gained a lot of social acceptance.

But paling in comparison to drugs are all of the other -

DISTRACTIONS

Drugs aren't the only wildly addictive thing.

Statistics for texting and driving are pretty shocking.  Not enough for people to stop it - clearly causing several hundred dollars in damage to your (or your parents) car is preferable to any delay in seeing a message that won't really influence your life.

Screw my life and the lives of others.  I'm entitled to be able to do this!

While it's a great ad campaign, you're going to have to wait until a specific person runs over a kid.  Will that stop them from texting while driving or will they want to immediately text "Ran over kid LOL, FML."

Because anything is better than having a conversation with the person you are actually...with.  It's a new way to live 'in the moment'.  Not the moment you are actually in but one that obviously can't be delayed.  Look at the bright side - if you were actually with the person who was texting you, you would probably ignore them in favor of anyone else who sent you a text.

Does anyone else consider it  boorish behavior when people ignore you to yammer on their cells or text?  This is especially tragic since many people haven't seemed to figure out that cell phones enable speaking to a person who is at a distance.  Hence, you don't need to yell.

They are taking away time we have together.  Time we will never have again.  Then again, with people like that, perhaps it is not a bad thing.

With all of the electronic devices yammering for our attention, multitasking has become a popular enough buzz word that even spell check recognizes it.

Despite corporations banging on about how they want people who can do it and people believing they can, studies have shown this to be a myth.  Hence, when you think you are paying attention to someone talking to you in a restaurant but 'just checking something real quick' you are lying to yourself and being rude to the person you're with.  Or you are trying to signal them that spending time with anyone anywhere else would be preferable to hanging out with them.

PRICES (ODESSA, UKRAINE)

Carton (10 packs) of cigarettes, approximately $15  (for US readers, that's a buy 1-3 packs and get the rest free)

Glasses:  These vary widely between $15 and $100, including everything.  Eye exams are free.

Dental:  Getting a teeth cleaning is a bit pricey but everything else is cheaper here.  People regularly travel to Ukraine for 'dental tourism'.  Cleaning with free X-ray, approximately $50.

Beer:  1 liter, approximately $1.50.

Hot dog, very small building on the street, grab and go, about $2.

Note that imported goods are much more expensive, especially when the local currency plummets in value as it is now (29/3/14).



CONTACT INFORMATION

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YE GODS I'M STILL IN FES

FES

The machines within the old city dispense only up to 2000 MAD.  If you have to expose your 'rusty sheriffs badge' to your bank every time you withdraw money (like me) then take care of that within the new town where you can withdraw up to 4000 MAD.  The taxi ride both ways will be approximately 20-25 MAD on the meter.

The metered, regulated 'petite' taxis are unable to go to the airport.  This inconveniently lies just outside of the city of Fes.  Therefore, you are stuck taking the overpriced 'grande taxi' for 120-150 MAD.  If you want to save a couple dirham, take the petite taxi to the train station.  From there, it is reported a cheap bus sometimes goes to the airport.



MOROCCO ON DRUGS

You get offered drugs several times a day.  In one of the cities I was in, I had a conversation with a tourist about it.

Tourist:  "You want some hash?"
Logan:  "Thanks, but I'm really not interested in spending time in a Moroccan prison."
Tourist:  "Hash is legal in Morocco."
Logan:  "Really?  What's your source?"
Tourist:  "Really - it's legal."
Logan:  "Good to hear - but again, what is your source?"
Tourist:  "Um.  The guy who sold me the hash."

I just stared at him like he was stupid.  Don't know because doesn't want to know...



DEATH AND REBIRTH OF THE NETBOOK

My netbook was demanding a systems administrator with a boot disc so I took it down to Abdulla's Computer Shop for him to take a look.  After waiting an hour and a half in front of the shop (confusing the Moroccans) he showed up and tinkered with it for five minutes, charged me 50 MAD and I was on my way.

Were I in the USA, I'd still need to get it fixed to strip the information off it and stick it into a new laptop.

Fuck netbooks.  Never buy a netbook.  You can't play games.  If you're a tourist, you may not have time but as a long term traveler, time is not your enemy.  You need the games.

When I get to the states, I'm going to see if I can afford a new laptop and perhaps get my computer expert friend, Bert, to help me select one.  I'm not sure if he reads this blog but as I type this statement I wonder if he feels that someone has walked on his grave.

When I buy the laptop, I want to paint the top of it some sort of unwholesome color.  Where's your resale value now, bitch?  Planning ahead for thieves.



STRAY CATS

Strays in Fes seem to be 'city supported' pets.  People put out food for them, make homes for them and so on.  To my eyes, this seems very odd indeed.  Especially when there are so many beggars and such.



MOROCCAN ARABIC

This is a pretty weird dialect of Classical Arabic.  It incorporates French, Berber and lots of slang.

Berber itself has three (or more?) distinct dialects.

Here, Classical Arabic is taught in schools and is considered the 'administrative language'.

Every day in Morocco, you get to speak a mixture of English, French, Spanish, Arabic, Moroccan Arabic, etc.



TOUR GUIDES SUCK

Aside from my earlier rants on tour guides, they really suck.  Every day, they gather like priests before the alter of money at the gate to the medina and attempt to either guide or scam (depending if they have their government card - most don't) groups of silly tourists.

A group of three girls was looking like they were lost and I asked if they were looking for a place to stay.  Their price was lower than the one I was at so I couldn't help and move on.  One of the unlicensed 'guides' (read as a multi-lingual beggar) yelled at me helping tourists was not my job.  I laughed at him and moved on.  What a great bunch.  This is why God invented flame throwers.

It is touts like these why there is no camaraderie between tourists in countries like this...

Disclaimer:  I have met some qualified, professional, polite tour guides.  Usually, these are hired well before I see them and potentially before the people have entered the country.  They are expensive but if you are into tour guides, worth it.  Don't use the crap you find loitering around the gate if you are the kind of person who is too lazy to use wiki or just really wants a guide.



GESTURES

Preface - any time I discuss hands, I am talking only about the right hand.  The left hand is not used for anything other than wiping your ass and maybe carrying packages.  That's about it.

A very common gesture people often make when greeting/leaving someone is placing your hand on your heart.  Loosely translated, 'from the heart'.

Sometimes, people will move as if to kiss the hand when it is shaken and the other person usually pulls it away before it can be kissed.  As near as I can tell, the potential kisser is showing extreme affection, the other person is doing the equivalent of 'oh please'...



CRAP FOR SALE

One size fits nobody.  They mass produce the same crap and it's all the same size.  To me this is baffling.  Why are all hats the same size?



BUSINESS CARDS OR BUST

It is amazing how many hotels and hostels either have never thought of business cards or make lame excuses ('we just ran out' is popular) for not having any.  In many countries like Morocco, tourists 'do' the country by traveling to the same half dozen spots.  Clever places have plenty of business cards for tourists to exchange.  Others wonder why they don't have enough business.  Strange.



VIDEOS

Some friends of mine have a daughter named Jaylea.  She just turned twelve years old.  As a small present, I made some lovely videos suitable for children.  1, 2, 3, 4, 5...   (Note, for the slow of thinking those are links to five separate videos...)  While it is true they may be considered somewhat 'Loganesque', they contain no profanity.  Weird, I know.

A special thanks to Conner for help with filming and acting.  No, I don't think this is enough to get your own IMDB page.  Sorry.



COSTS

Ride to the airport:  120 to 150 MAD

Coffee, 6 MAD.  Note, it is always served in very small portions and doesn't seem much stronger than typical American coffee.

Minor computer fix, 50 MAD

Excellent straight razor shave, 20 MAD (+5 MAD tip).  The barber was actually very surprised at how much younger I looked with a shave.  I imagine in the states I will look pretty ancient as I refuse to shave myself any more.

CHOCKERS OF GOODNESS?

An omelette and two slices of tomato handed to me on a plate. I'm not sure if the waiter was trying to tell me anything.



RESTAURANTS

At a place we went to breakfast in, they had both 'omelette with onion' and 'omelette with cheese' on the menu. I asked the waiter if it was possible to get an omelette with both onions and cheese. His expression was the same if I had just farted loudly on him. "No, just what is on the menu."

Right.

The picture above is what passes for a cheese omelette here - American ones are about 4-5 times the size and served with hash browns, toast and other stuff. I have no idea what the tomatoes are for.

I'm thinking if people can keep their fat asses out of the numerous fast food places that have sprung up like mushrooms they may leave the country a bit thinner. Since I've been here, I haven't seen or heard the word 'buffet' aside from the food hostels usually serve and charge extra for. And nobody wants any of that.

Breakfast for two, simple fare, two pastries, bread, butter (yeah, you pay extra for that shit) an omelette and two cups of tea, 190 CZK at a hotel dining area. Felt posh I did.

Lunch - tea, two beers, two main courses, 397 CZK. This was a meal of 'goulash' which is apparently a traditional Czech food. OK but not as good as our previous 'traditional Czech food' meal.

Later, Pete and I wanted to test the Logan stomach and went to an Indian fast food place. For two, 250 CZK. No sudden Hershey squirts! Happy days!

A note on Czech etiquette - when you're done eating and want the waiter to remove your dirty plate, you lie your fork and knife side by side to indicate you're done. With the level of service in many of the restaurants in Czech, I also put my napkin on top. Should that fail to get it removed from the table, place the plate on the ground and kick it towards them.

Another miscellaneous note - if you want to order wine, just get a bottle. The amount of wine they give you in the glasses made me think they wanted us to taste it and say if it was good or not. When I drink wine, I generally look for the American size half bottle. Merely dampening the inside of my glass isn't enough for me.



SHOPS

Figuring out where shops are and what they sell is not easy. Even Jana who claims she has lived here all of her life doesn't seem to know where anything is. I suspect that while people sleep, the city is shuffled around like in the movie Dark City. Perhaps these are the upir (vampires) Jana is always talking about.

We met up with a guy named Jan (different than the one mentioned before - seems to be a common Czech name. The 'a' is a long a sound) in a small sporting goods store. He was helpful and friendly. He also had shirts for the 'average American' (ie fit on my fat ass). T-shirt with some weird assed logo on it, 250 CZK. Pete thinks it is one of those over sized t-shirts that women buy to sleep in. I am ignoring this. It fits. I have no clue at all what will happen when my underwear start to go out. Small shops that don't deal with food/beverage seem to get better service - it's about 50/50. I'm guessing the better service is probably partially due to the fact that if they don't get customers they will close. Honestly, I'm not sure how some of these shops sell enough to remain open.

Places seem open at weird, random times. A place that serves breakfast isn't open at eleven AM. Posting the hours of operation is optional. Opening your shop a half an hour late, no big deal. In America, people would probably get fired over this sort of thing but here it is 'business as usual'.

Bakeries don't seem to be open on the weekend. I'm not joking. It is not all but a surprisingly large amount of them. Unless you are in the district with all of the other tourists, consider the hours of much of Prague to be M-F, Noon till 11 (get home before midnight!!).

Before noon, it is very hit and miss as to what is open. My guess is that things in the city center (read as 'tourist-ville') have more reasonable hours. I haven't bothered to find out as everything in that district is a bit more expensive and I'd like to see more of 'the real Prague'.



MUSIC IN PRAGUE

They are in the 1980's, I swear to God. In some places you'll hear other music. The internet has made all music styles and time periods available to anyone with any sense but at least half of the music I hear is either from the 1980's or remixes of '80's tunes. I have no idea why.



BARS

About half of the bars in Prague insist on playing music that is either from the 1980's or absolutely horrible - especially given the setting. Of the remaining bars, about half (so a fourth overall) of them have so many patrons talking so loud that you may as well be at a concert. The last bars (1/4th - if you're keeping track) are the kind I like - quiet conversation bars.

The most common color worn by everyone going to bars is black.



PRAGUE AND DRUGS

The drug culture is alive and well. We've seen people rolling their own pot into cigarettes, carrying large bags of it and heard about people who grow their own. While it is something I have no interest at all in doing I find it interesting in this setting. Word from people we've talked to is that you can carry a small amount on you without the police giving you any grief. This is interesting.



PRAGUE AND OTHER HERBS

According to Pete, if you order tea in most places, they have a huge range of different sorts. They are kept normally in a largish wooden box that is brought to your table and you get to choose which 'Lipton like pack' you want to have with your cup of hot water. Pete said fruit and herb are common. Not being a big tea drinker, I just grunted and drank my beer. If you want milk with your tea, you have to ask for it. They also have a couple of tea shops where you can buy it in a more natural, not pre-packaged format.



LET'S GO TO THE MALL

Malls suck worldwide to me. The Czech Republic is no exception. It's pretty much the normal tripe served up in a fancy troff. If women didn't shop at the malls, very few men would consider entering one.

In the mall they (naturally) had a movie theater. So Jana, Pete and I went to see 'Sucker Punch'. "Life has a flavor the sheltered will never know." - Sucker Punch.

We got to see it with Czech subtitles. Thank God it was not dubbed. I've always despised dubbed movies.

As far as the 'Czech movie theater experience', it was pretty much the same as American movie theaters with a few little changes:

a) you can buy beer there. Jana said "Of course! It is like lemonaid."

b) the tickets you get have assigned seating. We ignored that as Sucker Punch was down to just one theater, one showing and sat where we wanted. It would have been interesting if someone came and demanded their seats.

c) They sold jelly beans by the weight. I got what the others said was a very small amount. I wanted the taste more than the sugar if you get my meaning. They were awful. Worse with the beer.



MOVIE REVIEW - "SUCKER PUNCH"

This is a weird fucking movie. Both Pete and I were making comparisons - for reasons I can't mention due to possible spoilers - with the movie "Jacob's Ladder".

Pros: Visually stunning. Everyone says that and it's true. Plus, hot girls not wearing much.

Cons: It's really grim. I'm not really into grim. If you are into grim, see this movie. The movie was not internally consistent. It looked as though they were going for a 1950's feel to it but then they had a mech, androids and microphones that people use today. Pete pointed that out and I think he is correct. It's just weird. While I know that for some reason people have this weird fascination with giant walking robots, I say 'give me a hover tank and keep your silly robots'. I felt sorry for the actor who sounded like he was making voice clips for a video game and making trite quotes and misquoting things.

Weird shit: Every girl looks like she's wasted good money on eyelash extensions. I have no idea what the hell was up with that. Seriously, it didn't even look good - unless you are into that sort of thing. I'm not.

I'm not sure if it is a pro or a con but the movie was over two hours long. My ass hurt from sitting so long in the comfy chair. I guess you could say you get your money's worth if you go by time alone.

This movie (even at 5/10) would not make it into my collection.



OTHER WANDERINGS

Pete and I visited a really large Czech cemetery. Everything was covered in ivy. I sang the song 'Cemetery Gates' for Pete and the dead. Pete said he thought it was very nice but I'm not sure if he was just being polite. The dead said nothing. As Pete would say "Probably for the best."

In the RPG we use to play, the skill 'spot hidden' as in see detail or notice something of interest was a skill that every (surviving) player had high. Most people in real life have about a 'medium' level of this skill. Some things they notice, others they miss entirely. I have a bit below that. Pete would say 'more than a bit'. Pete has a 'freakishly high' spot hidden. While we were riding around on the street cars he noticed in the dark and at distance some shops. They turned out to be a hardware store and a 'clothing for disgusting fatbodies' store. I bought the 'experimental backpack securing cable' and a black t-shirt. Right near where we are staying. Doh.



GOOD AND BAD TRAVELING WITH THE LOGAN

I had asked Pete and Jana what was the best and worst thing about traveling with the Logan. Interesting and depressing answers follow:

Worst thing according to Pete "You expect everyone to do everything for you. Like knowing which subway routes and such. When you have the opportunity to do research on the computer, you are usually 'off with the fairies'." My first question for Pete was naturally "Are they hot fairies?" He explained that I generally tune out and work on my blog and such instead of trying to learn where things are. Pete has no clue how I will survive out in the world. Neither do I, but I'm willing to give it a go. And he didn't want to elaborate on the hotness of the fairies, claiming it was an Australian expression for 'mind's gone wandering' or 'spaced out'. I thought he'd bring up the snoring but he said that 'sleeping near Logan is like sleeping near a construction site - you eventually just get use to it.'

Best thing according to Pete "You make the journey less boring (in part due to 'twisted American humor')." I attempted to get Pete to elaborate on this being that the good is only a sentence and the bad is a fucking paragraph but he just laughed and went back to reading his book.

Jana's answers to the same questions:

For the bad she answered the same as Pete after Pete told her his answer. I suspect her brain had gone on Czech Strike when she wasn't expecting it. Or she was just enjoying being mean to Logan. Probably a preemptive strike as I would never do anything mean to Jana.

For the good, her answer is enigmatic - "Funny when not too funny." You can puzzle that one over in your spare time.



WHATS IN THE BAG?

Again, I apologize for not getting all of the photos uploaded yet but the internet in this country that I've had access to has been absolute shit. That being said, I'm sure people have noticed that I always have a black bag on and perchance even wondered about it. Well, if you haven't piss off - you get to hear about it anyway. It may help someone who wants to know.

The bag is an old army ammo bag, I'm not sure of the style, model number or any of that.

What's in the bag:

Medicine in a seven day dispenser that sometimes like to pop open a chamber and spill the pills to the bottom of the bag and get them dirty. Happy.

Cigarette case - cost for that was about $10 from Amazon somewhere.

Fake billfold with the days spending money in it. If you've read the old blogs you know that in America they like to send fake credit cards 'John Customer' to people too stupid to know what a credit card looks like. Keep these because at first glance, they look like real credit cards. Use them to keep in your fake 'give to the robber' wallet.

Two pens (pilot G-2, 07) to write with.

Small notebook (no spiral) to write on.

3 Lighters (smokie smokie - or somehow start a fire to survive in the wilderness for the first ten minutes till it spreads out of control and consumes me and the wilderness.)

Cheap digital folding clock - which oddly enough looks like a cell phone. In this manner, I can fool people to think I am on the phone instead of ranting like an idiot. I suspect many idiots cover in this same manner. And madmen.

Sunglasses - which it hasn't been bright enough to use yet.

Flashlight - unexpectedly handy - both for helping little old ladies to read street car time tables as well as peering down into the below ground catacombs of a Czech graveyard and ponder Cthulhu and his minions.

Bandanna - good for cleaning glasses, can double as a big Kleenex or something in a pinch.

Unused city map - Pete likes to know where stuff is. I know I want to travel south to cheaper places. Big difference in traveling styles. But, I carry it to show Pete I am trying.

Shrapnel - this is an Australian (and possibly other places) word for small change. Local change used by local people.

Metro ticket - see 'traveler's tips' below.

Blog business cards - they have my name and web address of the blog on them.



TRAVELER'S TIPS - PRAGUE

Assuming you are going to be in Prague for over a day, buy several days's worth of one day passes (you won't find the five day passes and probably won't need the month long passes) when you get there. They last for 24 hours after initially stamping them at the machine thingees you'll see when you are going into the subway or getting on a streetcar. They are good - presumably indefinitely - when not stamped. Getting to the station every day to buy a new one is a stupid waste of time.



LIES ABOUT PRAGUE

In Prague, the 'Czech table beer thing' - where they put down beer when you get there and all that - complete bullshit. It's just like any other drink. You have to order it. It is not $1 as previously led to believe - but $3-4 depending on where you go. Sure, it is still a little cheaper than American beer at a restaurant of similar caliber and this is a major city but meh. Lies, all lies. I am hoping to later get out in the countryside and see if it is true there.



JANA'S FRIENDS (AKA FRIENDS OF JANA)

We met up with Anna and Hanna. I think Anna will want to meet up with us again but I wasn't sure if Hanna liked us. Maranna was also there. People may note the similarity of the last syllable of girls names in this country...

They took us to a fashion show in an abandoned warehouse in Prague with several hundred other people. It was an interesting ambiance - totally put on by college students - but my leg was giving me enough pain that Maranna managed to borrow a chair from one of the booth ladies to lend me to sit my fat ass down. As a side note, this country does have some benches and places to sit that aren't associated with restaurants but not nearly enough. Damned healthy Europeans...

After meeting those nice people, the next night we were going to be meeting up with some of Jana's college acquaintances from one of her classes in a tavern.

We went to the 'Red Hook' tavern and met up with everyone. We were completely and totally ignored by these people. Jana moved to a different table entirely with Pete and I - still no reaction. Not a nod, wave, nothing. We ended up having a meal there and were ignored the entire time. I told Jana that if she ever came to the USA, none of my friends or acquaintances would ignore her. Hell, they could have been Czech waitresses for all they ignored us.



CZECH VOCABULARY

Nas-dro-via! = Toast!



WHERE WE ARE STAYING

'Accommodation 15'

Bad:

Echoey corridors. If people come in and talk in normal tones of voice, it is quite loud. If they are in their rooms chatting, you can hear it.

Slat beds: in other words, instead of one sheet of wood, the mattress rests on wooden slats. You can feel them through the mattress.

Office closes at 11PM. I count this as 'bad' if you were wanting to buy a cold soda (20 CZK) or try to get closer to their wifi connection though it doesn't seem to help.

Shit wifi. Weak assed signal. Since it 'works for them', they don't seem to care to upgrade it.

The walls are quite thin.

Small assed rooms. Pete and I were quite lucky when we checked in because we had asked for a two person room. They gave us a four person one for the same price. This is fortunate because I got a look at a two person room. The beds weren't on top of each other but almost touched side by side. You have to squeeze around them to move about in the room. Fucking tiny.

Noisy tile floor.


Neutral (or 'could go either way' or 'both good and bad'):

They don't clean your rooms till you check out.

You can easily hear people wandering by out on the street. They don't have window screens, double paned glass, soundproofing etc. This is in the 'neutral' category because after the pubs close and people go the hell home, the street is fairly quiet.


Good:

Get a shopping bag of laundry done for 100 CZK.

The rooms are not freezing cold.

Not a bad location - not out in the sticks.

Plenty of hot water for the showers, decent pressure.

Place seems clean (well, when we got it I mean. Now, my side is dirty. Pete's still looks pretty much the same as when we got it. I suspect he's been paying the cleaning staff on the side and sneaking them in to clean when I am asleep. Either them or the fairies.)

Plenty of 'power points' (plug in's) in the room.

Room has it's own sink and mirror.


End question is naturally, would you stay here again? Possibly while Pete is here but the only reason I can see to come back to Prague is to visit my buddy Jana. So, I would crash at her place. Under her bed (like a monster) or something. I think it would be especially funny if she got married and got excited if I was coming over but forgot/didn't bother to tell her husband and he opened the door to see me standing there. "Honey!" He yells, "There is a fat, grinning, weird American on the doorstep - should I call the police?" Then again, Jana might just ponder and say "Yes, call the police." You can never tell.



PRAGUE MENTALITY

It seems to me that the people of Prague have a great lust for all things foreign - food, music, cigarettes - which is a pity because it is diluting what they have to the point where finding actual 'Czech stuff' is becoming increasingly hard to find. Foreign stuff is perceived of as 'better' or 'cooler'. Pete (being a wise individual) speculates that by embracing foreign things they may be trying to escape the past. hence, the youth embraces the outer world with relish. Things outside of Prague are (to them) better than Prague. Logan speculates this may help explain some of the graffiti. Graffiti and the trash tossed in the city (by Czechs) kind of tell me many of them don't really love the city - it is just a place they live. Pete went on to say that in addition, large corporations are using their market power to slowly decimate the smaller players who are unable to adapt to the changes. The cycle of commercialism. With some other parts thrown in.



CZECH WOMEN AND TATTOOS

Pete made the observation that not a lot of Czech women he has seen have tattoos - at least in visible areas. I'm fairly ambivalent on tattoos. Some are interesting, a couple are cool and most worn by idiots. If you really have to get a tattoo, I recommend Pete's method of taking a couple years to select a design.



WHAT IS IMPORTANT IN LIFE?

I had asked Jana and Pete and here are our answers.

Jana: Not lying to yourself.

Pete: Friends.

Logan: Live every day as though it is your last.



AUSTRALIAN SLANG

Here is a bit of Australian slang to keep you happy! Chockers = chocker block full = amazingly full.

This blog has been chockers with information!