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Prague (full) Day 2

Being a Friday. Tanya’s sore, I’m sore, yea, walked a bit too much yesterday. But it’s 07:15, the sun is up, and the city awaits.

So this time we take the tram up the road to Malovanka and… start walking.

There’s a lookout tower at the top of Petřín hill. And they’re mercenary, to take the stairs to the top costs 250Kc but if you want the elevator it’s 400Kc. Not that we went up, it was (1) a dull day and (2) way too early, they only open at 10.

So we wandered down the hill.

Pity about it being such a dull day.

About half way down the hill you will find the Nebozízek restaurant. They only open at 11:00, but the bartender will happily sell you a beer and a soda for cash. And yea, beer at 09:30. Nobody judges in Prague.

At the bottom of the hill we too were feeling a bit like these guys (Memorial to the Victims of Communism, Olbram Zoubek, 2002). Tried to pop into Pivnice U Švejků for a something (i.e. beer) but the dude figured they’re not open yet. Dude, this is money walking past your door. You obviously work for a boss.

U Knoflíčků however was great, Tanya had an open sarmie, I had a really good coffee.

Jumped on the tram over the river, got in the queue(!) for the Tower Of Books.

The inside of the library is quite nice too.

Looks like Hany Bany has two settings, busy and closed.

Around here I realised that I should probably buy rail tickets to Bratislava (for Sunday), so we took the tram to the train station. Good thing I did too, because the EC279 I had intended to take was fully booked, so we had to get tickets on the roughly 20% more expensive RJ1043.

Tanya was feeling peckish and I had a pointer to a poutine(!) place so back on the Metro to Karlin and walk around the corner to Garage Poutine.

We shared a small Classic for about R80, with a coke and (of course) a beer, very good and recommended.

And then we buggered off back to the AirBnB for some time out.

Half past three-ish we were ready to go out again, and there were a few places on my list that I though worth investigating, so Metro-and-tram to Žižkov where they have a farmer’s market and also Funwari.

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Sadly, they were out of stock of the Neko Purin :-(

The Telkom tower dominates. Note the “babies” crawling up and down — they’re by David Černý, and there are ten of them I’m told.

The tower should make a really nice lookout on a good day (that’s the floor with the large windows), and it’s also a hotel (smaller windows above) if you’re prepared to spend around a thousand Euros per night for two people sharing. That’s about what out plane tickets cost. For both of us. Return.

So we grabbed the tram again, this time to Bašta, where Tanya had the duck and I… had beer. Lots of good beer. And the little shop next door had Becherovka in liter bottles for a good price. And as always we got some wine.

And then the #18 tram took us all the way home.

 

Prague (full) Day 1

We (well, I) decided to go take in a bit of the architecture, so we walked up to the Cathedral of St Vitus (just up the road really, about a kilometer or so).

This thing is insane.

Also, difficult to photograph.

They worked on this thing for almost 100 years (starting in 1344), then they had a war (1419-1434), and a fire (1541), then nothing happened for a while, and then they finally finished it (1861-1929), just short of 600 years after the project started.

Yup, can’t show it to you in pictures, you have to go there yourself.

We need longer arms. Or a selfie stick.

Girl with a dove (Václav Šimek, 1958) and one of the seven Krištof Kintera statues protesting the destruction of Soviet era buildings, viewed by some as cultural heritage and by others as eyesores — maybe they can be both?

As you can see in the panorama posted earlier, the Žižkov Telkom tower still stands, but the Hotel Praha was demolished in 2013.

Tanya’s camera battery was running low and she’d left the spare at home, so we bought 72 hour Metro tickets at Malostranská, back to Dejvická, got the spare, back on the Metro to Malostranská, and continued our walk.

This is the first of many restaurants Švejk we spotted. The Good Soldier Švejk is a 1921- satirical dark comedy novel by Czech writer Jaroslav Hašek. It’s sort of Catch 22 as written by Kafka, speaking of which…

The Kafka museum is right next door.

There’s also a gingerbread shop. But we could not find the narrowest street. Had a look inside Shakespeare’s Books, then walked all the way up the river to Jirásek Bridge.

By now we’d been out and about for three hours and Tanya was properly gatvol and wanted to sit down with a drink or something. Which was fine, since I had been headed for the Restaurant Stará Doba in any case.

Things to do: Go to Stará Doba, have the Smazeny Syr. OK, done. And good. (Tanya had a vegetarian hamburger, R200, the cheese was on special at around R150, beer R55, lemonade R60. If you live here you will learn to like beer).

Side Quest: I wanted 5,6x50R Magnum rifle brass, and there is a place in Prague that had stock, and I had cleared flying this stuff back in my checked luggage with Vienna security, so it was a case of let’s use the public transport to go find this place. Metro to Palmovka, tram to… well, it wasn’t the best route, but the bus got us there and back to Palmovka in the end.

72-hour tickets are great. You just get on whatever has wheels, if it’s the wrong one, figure it out on-the-go, get on something else.

Took the Metro back home for a bit of a rest.

Side Quest: Tanya too had done her homework, said that she wanted to go to a Koh-I-Noor Hardtmuth — there are at least a dozen branches in Prague itself, and the closest was about 500m from where we stayed. So we walked there and from there to the Metro and once more unto the breach — specifically Staroměstská, the old Jewish quarter where they now (attempt to) sell vast quantities of touristy tchotchkes.

Walked up to Staroměstské náměstí, the Old Town Square, where I remember being not very impressed by the Astronomical Clock the last time we were here, and where we again were not very impressed with the Astronomical Clock this time. To each his own, I guess.

Gave the Sex Machines Museum a miss, but found a nice little crystal cat at Erpet Bohemian Crystal on the other side of the alley.

The Havelský Trh market was in full swing, very nice looking produce, but there’s only so much one can eat.

I had a note to check out the Havelská Koruna local restaurant — it was busy!  It’s a buffet type place, and the queue was… not worth it. And speaking of busy, Wenceslas Square was impossible. Way too many tourists.

I had some other eateries on my list, so we walked (should have taken public transport) past the Powder Tower to Dlouhá street, but the Lokál Dlouhááá had a 30 minute waiting list. And my next stop, Hany Bany? Standing room only. And a bloody long walk from the Lokál, on a route with no public transport. Should have gone the long way around on a tram or something.

So we ended up at the Muc Dong Vietnamese restaurant, where Tanya had a very nice Ramen (not cheap at ~R280) and a lemonade (very much not cheap at ~R80/500ml) and I had… a beer. Also not particularly cheap, but a little bit cheaper than the lemonade.

~0.8 Kč to the ZAR.

At least we were now right by a tram stop, that took is to the Metro, and that took us to the stop before our one, where there is a Tesco and a DM. Wine was acquired. All was well.

This is a bit… insane. Tanya’s phone claimed 24500 steps, but she has shorter legs so it checks out.

And we used a LOT of public transport.

 

Europe 2025 – Prague

(Backdated as always)

We landed in Vienna at 05:50/06:00 ish. My biggest concern was making it through customs to board the RegioJet bus to Prague at 07:10 but that was no problem, we cleared customs in less than half an hour.

So there was time for Tanya to go spend Euros at the nice shiny Austrian airport shop.

And then we had to wait for the bus driver to open up.

The bus drive takes a while — 5 hours and a bit — but the bus comes with a video display on the seat in front of you, just like the aeroplane, and free coffee. Luxury.

Got to Prague, went shopping at the closest Lidl, then took the Metro (yellow from Florenc to Můstek, green to Dejvická) and walked from there to the AirBnB, which is just up the road from Budvarka, where we had beer and supper (R50 for 500ml draft, which is great, R45 for a 7-up which is not so great. Tanya had the R180 goulash, I had a soup starter and another beer. Because Prague).

 

We’re at it again

Sunrise over Romania or thereabouts.

Prague, Bratislava, Budapest, Slovenia.

After sleeping off the trip (it’s gruelling, wake up at home, board a plane around 1400, change planes in Addis around midnight, land in Vienna at 0600, get on a bus to get to Prague around lunchtime. And I’m not as young as I used to be, so I hurt, so sleeping on the plane is not easy) we’re off to see sights. And buy stuff.

Quick leftover chicken noodle soup

Whole chicken comes in units of one. Affordable, and really nice roasted à la beer can. Feeds a family.

Problem comes when your family have all buggered off* and there’s just the two of you and the cats who in this case actually don’t eat chicken***.

And then the weather in Fish Hoek turned all cold and foggy and conducive to soup.

So… in a small pot (because there are only two of you, remember) boil about a litre of light stock if you have it (I didn’t****, this was a last-moment decision) or water + chicken stock powder. Add a double handful of whatever pasta is available (tagliatelle or shells would probably be best, I had penne), when it’s getting toothy add your leftover chicken (in this case a breast and a half) in bits. Mix 1/3 to 1/2 of a packet of mushroom soup powder with water to form a paste, stir that in, call it supper.

You can zhuzh it up with parsley or chives or spring onions or Worcestershire sauce if you feel the need.

(I found the inspiration here).

* Technical term**
** Someone said reading Pratchett as a kid completely ruined footnotes for them, because they assumed that footnotes had to be humorous.
*** Hills FTW.
**** I mean, of course I had. In the freezer. Frozen solid.

Gochujang beef and roasted vegetables

This started off as Harissa beef and crispy potatoes* in a way reminiscent of Theseus’s ship.

Mince, potatoes, onions, check. But then I realised I also had carrots and butternut and then, minutes before the stores close, I realised I had no harissa paste.

So I scratched around the far back end of the ‘fridge, found some gochujang, harissa, tamarind, red curry paste, green curry paste, tahini… no harissa.

So I Made A Plan.

Black pot, some oil, start heating it up.

Add one large potato cubed, one large red onion sliced into 8, one large carrot diced, about as much cubed butternut as potato, salt, pepper, maybe some herbs. Fry that for maybe 20 minutes.

Crank the oven to 180 grill only, stick the black pot in there when it’s warm enough.

Meanwhile heat some more oil in a pan, fry 300-ish grams of mince, add 2 teaspoons gochujang and 1 teaspoon hoisin, add a tin of tomatoes, rinse the tin with water. Simmer that until it looks good, by now the veggies should be great.

Cover the veg with the mince, grill for another five minutes, allow to rest for maybe 15, add feta if you’re that way inclined, serve.

Now I have to find something to do with the tamarind, curry pastes, tahini…

* Which I make often (with baby potatoes normally — and it works well with game mince)

P0322 and OBD

So the other day, we were driving to Hout Bay in Tanya’s Golf and the engine quit. This was downhill, with the car in gear, but the rev counter dropped to zero and the display moaned about oil pressure. Strange, and maybe not related to:

And then on the last day of 2024 the engine died again. Uphill this time, so no coasting.

Chaos ensued.

Pushed the car to the side of the road, managed to get it started. About a kilometer further, same thing. Waited a bit, it started again. By now I had a flashing glowplug light and an “Engine Workshop” message on the display.

Managed to get home though. (It was a warm day and it quit in stop-start traffic, so maybe temperature related).

Figured it would be a good idea to read the ECU error code. I have an ELM327 which used to work but no longer does, another ELM327 from Communica which plain sucks (only works with a specific App, for a limited time, then you need to buy the App) and a scanner from Temu which never worked (not a big surprise).

So I cut the plug off the Temu scanner and built a K-line interface* (Golf 4 TDi, 2004 — it has CAN, but the OBD interface is still K-line). Used VCDS Lite to read the codes. Works well, faster than the bluetooth solution, recommended.

P3105 “Valve for Intake Manifold Flap” — yea, no surprise there, I removed the EGR years ago.

P0322 “Engine Speed Sensor (G28) — Hmmm yea that sounds feasible.

Then I had to figure out how to remove the damn thing. Turns out you need a 9mm 12-point socket, my six-pointer obviously does not cut it.

Bought a socket, returned the incorrect part Goldwagen had supplied me, got the correct part, fitted it and all seems well again.

It’s only done 540 000km, dunno why these sensors fail so quickly… :-)

Figured I should maybe fix the P3105 code while I’m at it.


* R4 is not needed.

Martha

Martha is a 1976 short short Science Fiction story by Fred Saberhagen. Short short stories are special, as Asimov says in the introduction to his 100 Great Science Fiction Short Short Stories:

Finally, in the short short story, everything is eliminated but the point.

Martha is an AI, being asked a question:

“Yes, sir,” said the pleasant feminine voice in my ear, made up, I knew, of
individually recorded words electronically strung together. “What can I do
for you?” Inspiration came. “You ask me a question,” I suggested.

The pleasant voice repeated: “What can I do for you?” “I want you to ask me
a question,” I repeated.

“You are the first human being to ask me for a question. Now this is the
question I ask of you: What do you, as one human being, want from me?”

I was momentarily stumped. “I don’t know,” I said finally. “The same as
everyone else, I guess.”

[…]

Next day the director called to tell me that Martha was rebuilding herself. The
day after that I went back to look. People were crowding up to the guardrail,
around new panels which held rows of buttons. Each button when pushed
produced noises, or colored lights, or impressive discharges of static
electricity, among the complex new devices which had been added atop the
machine. Through the telephone receivers a sexy voice answered every
question with clearly spoken scraps of nonsense, studded with long technical
words.

1976. Saberhagen called it.