A Skoda Filled With Mullets and Fur Coats – Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic
A Skoda Filled With Mullets and Fur Coats
Prague, Bohemia, Czech Republic
|Czech royal soldiers wearing furry hats|
I have been in the Czech Republic only hours and have already been offered more drugs than I could possibly snort or inject, been offered the services of Czech prostitutes (of which, I assure you mother, I promptly turned down), and listened to BB King songs being played by his Eastern European equivalent in a basement Jazz Bar next to my hostel.
Half this country is chic, couture, malnourished and walks like any Eastern European supermodel would. The other half of this country abandoned communism with a bang and adopted the hyper capitalism of the 1980s; Grey, badly tailored suits with skinny ties, Jarimor Jagr Mullets, and fur coats; many, many fur coats. Prague is traditional and ultra modern, rich and very poor, East and very very West. In this confused part of the world, the museum of communism is appropriately located above a McDonald’s and beside a casino.
|The Streets of Cesky Krumlov|
Prague is stunning. Cities as old as Prague that have been untouched by war generally are. If one is a connoisseur of the finer things in life (art, classical music, theatre, and architecture), then Prague is a smorgasbord of styles, eras and genres. If one is white trash, like me, and fails to appreciate the finer things in life, at least Prague has very cheap food and beer.
The people of the Czech Republic are trying hard in their adolescence of independence (they only officially became sovereign in 1993) to maintain Western lifestyles. Unfortunately their images of Western life are formed by old episodes of Dallas and coffin dodger tourists who frequent the cobbled streets of Prague attempting to extend their lost and forgotten youth. As such, I have seen more bad perms in the Czech Republic than I could possibly make fun of.
Cold War values are evident in the National Museum, which has an obsession with quantity over quality. Like something out of Stalin’s trophy room(s), the museum poorly displays thousands upon thousands of exotic dead animals. The more endangered and extinct the animal is, the more likely it is that the National Museum has 10 dead ones on display.
|Statue at Krumlov Castle|
Tomorrow I board a bus south to the town of Cesky Krumlov where desperate Eastern European women yearning for a visa to Canada await my arrival.
“Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.” Franz Kafka. Mother Prague’s favorite son, and most celebrated pessimist.
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