Prague and Budapest

July 28, 2011

Hi all,

Skill testing question: Why does Europe smell like pee??
Answer: Hmmm...... I don't know.... Could it be because there are NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS? Yes, we've had our share of restroom-seeking challenges. First of all, we are grateful to Starbucks for being our free peeing haven. It's really hard to get used to the idea of paying 10 Korona (Czeck) or 1 Euro or whatever just to do your business. Now let's talk about Coffee Heaven, a coffee shop with free toilets... or so we thought. In this little joint we enjoyed mediocre coffee, left, came back 15 minutes later to use their washrooms, and got some serious sass - the guy told Rob "next time, go to Starbucks". The next day Diane couldn't hold it any longer and went back to Coffee Heaven to use the washroom. She hustled her way in, making no eye contact as the staff shouted at her "Hey, Hey!!", and on her way out the woman sarcastically said, "Thank you very much", to which Diane replied, "Thank YOU very much!" But our crowning pee saga was when we climbed up to the castle across the Charles Bridge in Prague. Rob dutifully followed the signs that read WC, 10 Korona coin in hand, only to find that it lead him to a locked washroom. Frustrated, we gazed upon the beautiful king's hunting grounds and thought "toilet!" We looked for a nice secluded bush where Rob (and then the rest of us) could finally pee.

So backtracking a bit, we got to Prague from Berlin by train and headed to our pretty apartment. Small notation, we don't speak Czeck and anyone over 50 doesn't seem to speak English. We can't even really read it. So even figuring out how to get tickets for the subway was a bit of a challenge and there have been several situations where we have resorted to mime and animal noises (to avoid eating pork or beef). Thank goodness for the people under 50, who speak pretty decent English, and it turns out you get subway tickets at convenience stores.

In Prague we took a free walking tour with a Canadian guide from Vancouver, who normally works in film, but has been living in Prague for the last year. We were a bit skeptical at first; a free tour of Prague by a Canadian 20-something named Crystal? Yeah right. But it turned out to be an awesome tour and we learned a ton about the city, its history, and the jewish quarter, for example, Hitler's plan to make part of Prague a museum about "the extinct jewish race."

That night we ate at a vegan restaurant near our apartment. It was fine....if you're vegan and enjoy salt and otherwise tasteless food. The next two nights, we opted for the "When in Rome, do as the Romans" policy, and ate awesome roasted duck, stuffed peppers, Czech dumplings, fruit dumplings, palacinky (pronounced palachinky), etc. and the kids shared a stein of Pilsner beer (the town of Pilsen is 45 minutes away).

On our second day in Prague, we went to the Museum of Communism, ironically situated above a MacDonald's and next to a Casino. It's located just off Wencislas square, the heart of the city, where events of the Prague Spring occurred (the failed 1968 uprising that led to two students' suicides in 1969) and the Velvet Revolution (successful pacifist uprising of 1989). Relevant sidetrack: At the top of Wencislas square we had noticed a seemingly out of place roadway with cars tearing along at break-neck speeds, making it dangerous to cross into the square. We discovered in the museum, that the Soviet's had planned this thruway so that they could get tanks into the square rapidly in order to stifle any uprising should need be. The museum itself lost something in translation, but it was interesting to see Cold War artifacts, the video documenting the police beating the student protestors even in 1989, and Soviet propaganda about the West.

On the train from Prague to Budapest, we didn't have to battle off any old people with canes, although to be honest, this time we were a fair bit more pushy getting on and finding seats for ourselves. Once we were safely seated, we proceeded to pull out whole loaves of bread, blocks of cheese, unpeeled carrots, jars of jam and pesto. We then enjoyed a delicious Philipp-Muller meal prepared by yours truly... RANAD!

And then we had to pull it together, because we were staying with Rob's family in Budapest, and they might not have appreciated our savage ways. So we acted normal for three days, while we toured Budapest with the cousins. The timing of our visit also coincided with Rob's uncle's 80th birthday, so on the second day, we all went for an extended and extensive lunch in the country to celebrate Rob's uncle Gyori (pronounced more like Dieu-ree). And then there was dessert. Birthday cake after birthday cake came flying out of the kitchen - dark chocolate cake, white chocolate cake, strawberry short cake, black forest cake, vanilla hazelnut cake, and even diabetic cake! Strong shots of Hungarian liqueur were had by all and pretty soon the language barriers made no difference and we were showing off our best silly faces, singing, and looking at Communist era advertising for sausage - check out the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watchv=9SIJmBd6D3o&feature=youtube_gdata_player

On the two other days, we had our own private tours of Budapest provided by our cousins, Borbala (nicknamed Bori) and Vera, whom we peppered with a gazillion questions, and they did their best to answer almost all of them. In general we managed the language barrier pretty well, as we had Rob's Hungarian, and a number of the family members there spoke English quite well. However, there was at least one noteworthy language mishap. Rob was talking about Toronto to his cousin Judit. He wanted to say that it's a hard city to live in because of all of the frustrating traffic (forgalom), but instead he said that it's a hard city to live in because of all of the frustrating revolutions (foradalom).

On the last day, we had a bit of a wild ride to the airport. We went in two cars - one driven by Rob's cousin, Miki, and the other by Rob's uncle, Gyori (whose 80th birthday it was). It was all going ok, until Gyori missed the cut-off for our terminal. Phone calls were flying between the two cars. Suffice it to say, that it culminated in Gyori pulling a U-turn on a highway, which did solve the problem, but both Diane and Bori had their hands covering their eyes and were saying "Oh my G-d" in their respective languages.

We all got to the airport safely, had a tearful goodbye and really hope to see each other more often than we have till now.

And now we're in Roma!!

We'll post again soon.
Love,
RANAD






Prague and Budapest