“Why are you going to Prague?” Asks our hitchhike host yesterday. “It’s full of tourists.” He wasn’t wrong. We’ve woken early to take in the city for the first time and wander through it’s beautiful streets. I’m sporting my camera, but literally have no opportunity to take a unique shot without it being raped by the sheer amount of cretins dawdling along. Now I understand that I might be one of these cretins, but I loath the fact that this gorgeous capital is overrun by holiday makers and stag do’s. It’s stunning cobbled streets ooze idiots like bacteria. You cannot move in some sections. I feel the pain of the inhabitants. I feel dirty for just being here.
Nonetheless the tourist thing must be done, but I make a point of insisting I’m not going to take any pictures as a show of defiance against the snap happy masses. Katty chimes that I’m talking shit. Of course she’s right, so while the Prague photo memories are never going to win the cover of Time magazine, at least it shows I’ve been here. People stand and gape up at a famous medieval clock and wait for it to sing the hour. Apparently there is some kind of ‘show’ that happens. People elbow to take pictures of stupid things. Someone stands in front of a Police van as their husband composes something arty, not the trace of a smile on her face. ‘I went to Prague and I was miserable’. Honestly the amount of people who stare daggers at the lens is unreal. I think the Japanese are the worst for it. It isn’t a mug shot for a criminal record love; crack your face.
Aside from the abomination of tourists, it’s obvious as to why so many come here. They say it’s more romantic than Paris. I’d be inclined to almost agree, as the last time I was in Paris I had a massive argument with my ex after a Champagne cruise on the Sienne. It was because i didn’t ‘defend’ her when she broke a wine glass and some Parisienne boys laughed. Another insight into the mind of the unstable. Go figure. I remember my best friend getting dumped after he threw an orange into a bin and missed. Women eh?
The old town feel and mazy streets contribute to a land that time forgot. It is simply stunning, a citadel of medieval Europe preserved through two world wars and the influx of modern civilisation. If only you could take the sheer volume of people away, you’d be in a dream land of iconic beauty and charm. Prague is both fairy tale and nightmare. Just try not to make it one of those nightmares (dreams) where you go on a violent killing spree of the idiotic. The Joker was onto something.
Tourists
“Why are you going to Prague?” Asks our hitchhike host yesterday. “It’s full of tourists.” He wasn’t wrong. We’ve woken early to take in the city for the first time and wander through it’s beautiful streets. I’m sporting my camera, but literally have no opportunity to take a unique shot without it being raped by the sheer amount of cretins dawdling along. Now I understand that I might be one of these cretins, but I loath the fact that this gorgeous capital is overrun by holiday makers and stag do’s. It’s stunning cobbled streets ooze idiots like bacteria. You cannot move in some sections. I feel the pain of the inhabitants. I feel dirty for just being here.
Nonetheless the tourist thing must be done, but I make a point of insisting I’m not going to take any pictures as a show of defiance against the snap happy masses. Katty chimes that I’m talking shit. Of course she’s right, so while the Prague photo memories are never going to win the cover of Time magazine, at least it shows I’ve been here. People stand and gape up at a famous medieval clock and wait for it to sing the hour. Apparently there is some kind of ‘show’ that happens. People elbow to take pictures of stupid things. Someone stands in front of a Police van as their husband composes something arty, not the trace of a smile on her face. ‘I went to Prague and I was miserable’. Honestly the amount of people who stare daggers at the lens is unreal. I think the Japanese are the worst for it. It isn’t a mug shot for a criminal record love; crack your face.
Aside from the abomination of tourists, it’s obvious as to why so many come here. They say it’s more romantic than Paris. I’d be inclined to almost agree, as the last time I was in Paris I had a massive argument with my ex after a Champagne cruise on the Sienne. It was because i didn’t ‘defend’ her when she broke a wine glass and some Parisienne boys laughed. Another insight into the mind of the unstable. Go figure. I remember my best friend getting dumped after he threw an orange into a bin and missed. Women eh?
The old town feel and mazy streets contribute to a land that time forgot. It is simply stunning, a citadel of medieval Europe preserved through two world wars and the influx of modern civilisation. If only you could take the sheer volume of people away, you’d be in a dream land of iconic beauty and charm. Prague is both fairy tale and nightmare. Just try not to make it one of those nightmares (dreams) where you go on a violent killing spree of the idiotic. The Joker was onto something.