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CZECH REPUBLIC
June 1999
“Dipli, make like you’re a tram!” Jan commanded. We had just
entered the maze of Prague old town and there was nowhere
else, but on the tramlines, to go. Arm up in the air, holding a
giant “Lolly Pop” baton, a policeman stopped us. “Pay! 500
korun!” We explained that there were no signs and no alternative.
“Problem!” he said. With a sinking feeling we explained that we
were lost and were looking for the tourist information office.
“Five minutes diskussion, Pay! 1000 korun!” In English and German
we said that he should rather help us. “ OK 300 korun!”
Eventually he copied info from the Driver’s license and shouting
“Embassy!” waved us on…
Safely parked at the camping, the next day, we could take the
tram. Towers and domes around medieval squares connected by
pedestrian areas were lovely to explore. The city is set on the
wide Vlatava River and overlooked by the impressive buildings of
the Praha Castle. The wide old Charles Bridge has 30 statues and
artists display their works there to throngs of tourists. There
were articles of glass, copper, iron, ceramics, leather, wood,
lace and all forms of pictorial art depicting Prague. Goethe
called Prague “the prettiest gem in the stone crown of the world”.
In only 10 years, after 45 years of communism, the Czech Republic
has recovered remarkably and modern shopping is much in evidence.
(It also shed its neighbour, Slovakia 10 years ago when
“Czechoslovakia” ceased to exist). In small towns there are still
few cars around. In Czech generally 9 out of 10 cars are Skodas
(locally manufactured). We did not know that Bata shoes come from
the Czech Republic. The factory was founded by Thomas Bata in
1884.
For a change, we found a country not so expensive. Even in Rands
prices were very reasonable, like large draft beer R3, Cappuccino
R4, bread roll 16c. A main course was R25 to R29. We tried pork
roast with cranberries and dumplings and crisp roll of pork filled
with capers, egg and ham. A scoop of ice cream and small yoghurt
were R1 each. Food seemed to have a sales tax of 5% and other
goods 22%.
In the town of Plzen we visited the brewery museum where
beer has been brewed for 700 years. We sampled the only original
Pilsner, “Pilsner Urquell”. At Budweis (now Ceske
Budejovice) we were taken through the Budvar Brewery where they
produce 75 000 bottles an hour. Budweiser is exported to 52
countries (except USA; separate licence agreement). We both think
it is The most delicious brand of “pivo”!
The large fields of barley and hops for beer making were bordered
with red poppies and white daisies. Along the roads are avenues of
fruit trees. The cherry trees were covered with fruit and seemed
to be abandoned. We climbed on to Dipli’s roof and filled bowls
with large black juicy specimens. When we could eat no more Leoné
cooked jam, marinated some in liqueur and preserved the rest in
the freezer.
Cesky Krumlov
hosts the Five-petalled Rose Festival every June. It is one of the
most picturesque small medieval towns in Europe. Together with its
castle on the riverbank, and old Market Square, its appearance is
almost unchanged since the 18th century. The
festivities included parades of people in lavish medieval dress.
There was a constant program of traditional music and performances
of ancient dances accompanied by sounds from weird old musical
instruments. In different areas there were performances of drama,
skill and comedy; also exhibitions of old crafts and games, such
as knights jousting and battle axe throwing. The highlight was a
modern audiovisual show on the castle terrace, depicting an
historical event; followed by a spectacular fire works display.
One day when passing through the town of Brno we came
across a gathering of folk dancers. Groups of people from
different regions wearing colourful local costumes were doing
intricate steps (including the polka, which is Czech’s
contribution to dance floors).
We enjoyed walking in the forests of the part called Bohemia.
On one such occasion a woman came by on a tricycle pulled by three
Huskies! However, in the Bohemian forests there are also Bohemian
mosquitoes and Bohemian ticks; our guidebook mentions illnesses
transmitted by them, like Lymes disease which sounds worse than
Malaria. We started to itch at the very thought.
Kutna Hora
is a town near Prague with a splendid cathedral. The town also has
a church where the contents of abandoned graves were deposited. In
1870 a local woodcarver “decorated” the semi-subterranean church
with the bones of some 40 000 people – arranging the bones in the
shape of bells, a chandelier, a coat of arms and huge pyramids.
Heavy rain made us decide to stay right there for the night;
between a cemetery and a very large spooky abandoned convent. No
lights in windows; no movement of cars or people at all there that
night…
Czech has many castles and chateaux. We chose to see only a few.
Two impressive ones were Hluboka built in the style of
Windsor Castle and a towering fairy tale “hrad” from the mid 14th
century, Karlstein.
After two weeks in Czech, we decided to drive east towards Poland.
Suddenly we heard a grating sound, then a clattering from the
rear. Miraculously, at that moment, an open area appeared next to
a field of pink poppies, where we could pull off the narrow road.
While identifying the sound, the starter motor also gave up!
After opening the diff cover, Jan found 3 pinion teeth and 2 crown
wheel teeth in the bottom. The centre portion was also damaged
(worked too hard for too long!). Both side shafts also twisted
(requiring full hub dismantling, as they would not pull through
the stub axle). Jan worked for many hours over two days
installing the starter motor, removing the diff, etc. and readying
everything for front wheel drive. Sent e-mail to our friends
requesting parts. And proceeded to wait… Some days in a field;
sometimes in a “kempink” (as they say in Czech); some nights at a
hypermarket. On Jan’s birthday the good news came “Spares ahoy”…
Into Prague to celebrate we went. The 54-kg in 3 parcels
professionally packed by “Cotton’s World Wide Spares” were easily
extracted from Prague Airport. In the mean time the batteries had
died. We fortunately eventually found deep cycle batteries. For
the Diff fitment process we landed up in a summer camping ground
which is usually a sports field of fine black gravel, now covered
with enormous sheets of white felt material; ideal for lying under
Dipli. After some hours of toil, the back wheels could drive
again!
POLAND
July 1999
Surprised looks at our car registration, but no hassles at the
border. The narrow main roads had been patched over and over and
were as bumpy as a gravel road.
We went to Wroclaw (pronounced: ‘Vrotswhaf’ in English) to
walk around the old town which had been rebuilt after 75% WW II
destruction. On the ancient salt Market Square there was an
amazing volume of lovely long stemmed roses for sale. Under the
gothic arches of the old town hall we heard a live orchestra and a
performance of opera arias. Wroclaw has a unique huge circular
painting (114m x 15m). The canvas depicts a famous battle and was
painted in 1894, a century after the battle.
Auschwitz
and Birkenau concentration camps were used from 1940 to 1945 to
exterminate about 2 million people. The entire spread out area is
now a museum. The barbed wire encampments with watchtowers contain
prisoners’ living quarters, with crude bunks and washing
facilities. In the buildings are also the SS confiscated photos,
documents and mountains of possessions (like combs and brushes,
spectacles, artificial limbs and women’s hair,). The retreating
Nazis partly destroyed all except one of the gas chambers and
crematoria. The ominous railway tracks and ramps are still intact.
The batteries still did not seem to be charging properly. We
decided to plug in at a Camp site and go into Krakow by
bus. There was no war damage in Krakow and the old plaza with the
beautiful 16th century Renaissance Cloth Hall is
stunning. Inside the old building are souvenir stalls with amber,
woodcarving, dolls, leather, etc. Leoné simply could not decide
what amber object to buy. Roundly polished looked like beads.
Rough ones looked like stones. Large clear ones Jan defined as
fakes. T-shirts with the CK-logo (“City of Krakow”; not
“Calvin Klein”) were going for a song.
We were enchanted by a coffee shop, in an old building with low
vaulted ceiling. Hessian coffee bags covered the seats and screens
and antique coffee making accessories were displayed. The Polish
music was like 60’s folk. The chain of coffee bars is called
“Sklep z Kawq Pozegmanie z Afryka” (“Shop of Coffee Farewell to
Africa”)!
Around the old town, what used to be the defensive wall and moat,
is now a green belt called in Polish: “Planty”. The benches in the
shade are for weary sightseers.
The Polish folklore museum showed embroidered traditional
costumes, and painted peasant houses. There was an old water
powered press to extract oil from flax. There were examples of
intricate paper cutting art. The rituals associated with painted
eggs and spring festivals and crib building competitions at
Christmas were shown. We saw the equipment used to beat hand-woven
woollen fabric in boiling water to make it thicker for freezing
winters.
As in many Polish cities, the Jewish population was exterminated.
Krakow had 70,000; now there are 100. Steven Spielberg’s
“Schindlers List” tells the story.
We trudged up the Wawel hill to the 16th C Castle and
the Cathedral where 100 kings and queens are buried. We were
suffering from impression overload and decided to head for the
salt mines….
In slow 5pm traffic we drove 15km outside Krakow to the
Wielicza salt mine. We parked the night next to a restaurant.
Leoné had excellent duck. Jan had a meat dish served in a “bowl”
made out of bread, complete with crust lid. Next morning, down to
135 m, walking through an eerie world of pits and chambers, hand
hewn out of solid salt during the last 700 years. Down at this
level, there is a carved out cathedral. It has sculptures and
chandeliers of salt crystal. It took 30 years and 20,000 tons of
rock salt had to be removed. The newest statue is of the Polish
Pope. He has been in office since 1978. His recent visit attracted
huge crowds in Poland. (Still very much a Catholic country).
Warsaw.
In 1939 the city was bombed and 10% was destroyed, but after the
uprising in 1944 the Nazis systematically demolished 85% of the
city. Over half of the population of 700 000 perished. The old
Town Square was rebuilt in the ‘50s, but the castle only in 1984,
with money collected from Poles worldwide. The interiors are as
beautiful as when originally built. From the Communist era there
are many grey faceless apartment blocks and a monstrous Palace of
Culture. Things to see were so spread out that we did not use
public transport. We had overnight parking at a centrally situated
campsite; also in a park and at a sports field. We had the sand
ladders over the back windows and we felt quite safe.
Sunday at noon there was a Chopin music concert, next to his large
statue in a garden of red roses. It was very hot and we brought
our deck chairs to the shade. We never found any concrete tributes
to Copernicus (astronomer), but we did find the Marie Curie museum
(discoverer of radium). The National Museum displayed Polish art
from 19th/20th century.
While searching for a supermarket, we saw a parking area with a
boom, and spikes, which go down into the ground, when the boom is
lifted. Later, in the parking area of a Hypermarket, Jan saw how
the owner was shoved aside and his big new station wagon hijacked.
We made a 500km detour to visit the Bialowieza National
Park on the Belarus border. Russian tsars, German dukes and kings
had hunted there and although they had depleted it of animals, the
primeval forest was preserved. An ornithologist took us on a
lovely hike. (However, there were no visible birds). Nearby in the
European Bison Reserve we saw some of the 250 bison in the Park.
There are only 3000 worldwide; also wolves, wild boar and deer
could be seen
We were heading south to the Slovak border. On the outskirts of
Lublin in front of the Open air Museum we parked for the
night. There were cars and people around. It was hot and we sat
outside writing until late. At about midnight, shouting and
banging on the Camper’s sides awakened us. L said, “Stop it!” Jan
said “Schh”. The pulling and hammering on the doors and cursing
became more violent. A blow cracked the right front side window.
One was tugging on the back door. Jan was watching at the front
(He thought he might open the window and spray him). The
attacker moved the mirror arm and by hanging onto it and with
one foot on the wheel, and while looking straight at Jan, he
kicked the left front window several times till it broke out of
its frame with a crash. As he landed on his feet, his face was
level with the opening. Jan sprayed him. He reversed and came
forward again with his elbow over his nose. Then he got the
“chilli juice” straight in the eyes and face. He spluttered and
gasped: “Gaz!” Thug no. 2 came to the same opening and Jan was
ready to give him a full dose of Oleocapsicum in the face. While
they were stumbling about blinded and coughing, Jan found the keys
(it felt like an eternity) and we could drive off. Some of the gas
got to the back and Leoné had her face in a pillow. Although we
wanted to get far away fast, we had to stop to remove the glass
fragments Jan was sitting on! We spent the rest of the night at an
all-night garage, which also served as the local hooker hang out.
Never a dull moment! (It would be a very long time before we did
not fit the steel mesh screens, also on the front, again.)
The
following night we camped next to a Polish family, who invited us
to their campfire for Polish vodka, roasted potatoes and folk
songs. On to the Ukaraine....
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