prague

beautiful prague once more. or should it be prague p.l.c. too commercial, too touristy. i lived here with helena two years ago, when we came back from the bosnian rainbow gathering together, surviving her well dodgy czech driving skills to arrive at her loft apartment in branik, a southern suburb of prague by the vtlava river. we found ourselves in a relationship, then i found an english teaching job for the winter semester in a private language school in the centre of prague. it was an experience; i tried to learn this fiendishly difficult czech language and managed not to feel too bad about the freezing winter weather. helena cooked traditional czech meals, which to be honest, were pretty bland compared to the spicy indian stuff i was cooking up for us. although i'm definitely a fan of the fried cheese! trips to the countryside and to the mountains north and south... it was an eventful six months. and then the relationship broke down and the inevitable return to the road.


i was happy to eat her 'bland' beef stew and dumplings that she had made that first evening, after a day and a half hitching from cadaques. the last days i got a stiff neck which put me in a bad mood. in fact, i hate to be sick in general. i tried some massage, and then used my tiger balm ointment, and when these weren't working, the hard stuff: ibuprofen. these are the only two things in my first-aid kit. i'm just missing some tea-tree oil, and a global-wide health insurance package.

still, being disabled meant that i had time to catch up with the blog-work. helena bought me a tent, worried that i would catch my death of cold when eventually i make it to the carpathians. i protested like mad, but i should be grateful; i was missing a tent only a few days ago! and looks like its gonna piss down like mad all weekend so we've cancelled the plan to go to the solstice celebrations in the countryside with the mad old shamanic drummer.