My eyes are welling up seeing Riley's transformation from an average Yankee drinking Bud Light to a fine Eastern European connoisseur downing exquisite rum like a trooper.
To explain our beloved EU having problems with rum:
Some time after year 2000 EU dictated that liquors can only be called whiskey, brandy, or egg liquor etc. – if they are actually made of cereals, wine, or eggs – Slovak spirits’ producers, whose main ingredients were traditionally potatoes and a palette of artificial flavourings, had a problem. But they soon discovered a solution, and so gin became G-38, or G-40, depending on the percentage of alcohol. And traditional Slovak rum, which has never seen a bit of sugar cane, dropped the “r” and became simply “um”
In 1997 as I was leaving a job in Slovakia I was moored in Brno for a few days with a bad cold. Back then, women would scoop travelers up at the train station and offer them lodging in their apartments. That sweet babička nursed me until I was up and moving again. I do remember the town square as lovely but it seems especially soulless now due to the lack of trees. Surely EU regulations don't prohibit trees? Or maybe they do now given how pestilent they've become. Na zdravi!
Wonderful. Jesus, I love real beer, at least the taste of it, even though my innerds have never been tolerant of any alcohol, whatsoever. But still, I force myself to suffer a pint, if & when I can get something worthwhile, like good Czech beer, but only after an entire meal to soften the attack on my very lame guts. In any case, great story, and great photos. I wish you had posted several dozen more images to go along with the article. It was a beautiful break from the tragedies of the never-ending “not-wars” Russia has been generationally trapped to it’s entire existence.🍺
Oh come on, have some sympathy for people who are allergic to Moravanka... I'm gonna have to listen to Progres 2 five times in a row to get over this trauma...
Talk about errant fingernails, I happened to stumble onto the Indigo Traveller's YouTube channel and he was off on a new adventure to Mozambique where the average salary is $1.60 per month.
Anyway, the images of destitution shown throughout the video were unimaginable. It's hard to envision how some indigenous populations survive. Their natural immune system must be much more heartier than their Western counterparts.
Perhaps, that's why during the scamdemic populations in Africa that weren't injected with the mRNA toxin had the lowest death rates.
But I digress, as I wanted to describe all the people the Indigo Traveller met as he was scurrying around the village. He chatted with a group of young men who were addicted to heroin, a bunch of folks selling odds and ends, and then he walked into a tiny hut where a youngish fellow was sitting behind a table doing manicures. 💅
It was a Mozambique nail salon in the mist of indigence.
Of course, the Indigo Traveller sat down and had a manicure. I doubt whether the equipment had ever once been sterilized. However, the manicurist did have a lovely selection of nail polishes.
After the manicure the Indigo Traveller asked the manicurist if he prefers doing the nails of men or women. The manicurist quickly responded saying he prefers women as they tend to spend more money on their nails. I don't know if pedicures were offered as I didn't notice a foot spa in the hut.😁
Re the "touchy subject" - it's even more touchy in Czechia, because of the Sudetenland Germans and all that. So be careful there. Also, the Czech government is firmly behind Ukraine, the ordinary Czechs not so much. The Slovaks had the same problem with rum, so they changed the name to "Um." That's the EU for you, don't let me start...
Well, we pay people to do that for us here. Previously, when my eyesight was good and my grip firm, I could reach my toes and do it myself. Now at 76, neither my eyesight or my grip is firm and I have to pay a person who has been trained to cut my toenails instead, does it - it costs the equivalent of 50 Dollars each time for about 10 minutes tops of their time.
Were I a male, it would have been the ideal profession for me, because I have a kink where I like looking up women's skirts to see their panties and sometime beyond and I would have got to see everything on offer and then some, being a toe nail cutter - no thrills from the guys however
Once I tried seven different tap beers at a well known pub in Prague. No idea wht were the names. There were 30-40 beers on the menu lolz. I couldnt decide which one was better and got so blasted that my legs sang the way back to hotel. Here, now I can source only Bernard and Budwar. And I am soooo grateful for it! I know I am going to get hate for this, but I have to say that German or English or Belgian beer is never that good. Not even close. For my taste
My eyes are welling up seeing Riley's transformation from an average Yankee drinking Bud Light to a fine Eastern European connoisseur downing exquisite rum like a trooper.
To explain our beloved EU having problems with rum:
Some time after year 2000 EU dictated that liquors can only be called whiskey, brandy, or egg liquor etc. – if they are actually made of cereals, wine, or eggs – Slovak spirits’ producers, whose main ingredients were traditionally potatoes and a palette of artificial flavourings, had a problem. But they soon discovered a solution, and so gin became G-38, or G-40, depending on the percentage of alcohol. And traditional Slovak rum, which has never seen a bit of sugar cane, dropped the “r” and became simply “um”
https://www.mabo.sk/rum-tuzemsky-um-40-100-l
In Czech Republic I think the word "tuzemák" is used instead of rum (which is a slang expression meaning "made in our country")
https://www.destilerka.cz/tuzemak-80-1l
In 1997 as I was leaving a job in Slovakia I was moored in Brno for a few days with a bad cold. Back then, women would scoop travelers up at the train station and offer them lodging in their apartments. That sweet babička nursed me until I was up and moving again. I do remember the town square as lovely but it seems especially soulless now due to the lack of trees. Surely EU regulations don't prohibit trees? Or maybe they do now given how pestilent they've become. Na zdravi!
Wonderful. Jesus, I love real beer, at least the taste of it, even though my innerds have never been tolerant of any alcohol, whatsoever. But still, I force myself to suffer a pint, if & when I can get something worthwhile, like good Czech beer, but only after an entire meal to soften the attack on my very lame guts. In any case, great story, and great photos. I wish you had posted several dozen more images to go along with the article. It was a beautiful break from the tragedies of the never-ending “not-wars” Russia has been generationally trapped to it’s entire existence.🍺
Oh come on, have some sympathy for people who are allergic to Moravanka... I'm gonna have to listen to Progres 2 five times in a row to get over this trauma...
https://youtu.be/qxX3wOSjDWA
And some real folklore - https://youtu.be/0sJMcBNWhVM
Let me know if you need a place to stay in the mountians near karlovy vary, I'm here for the next month or so :)
Delightful! Thanks so much. More like these please.
Enjoy your stay in Czech! Kozel Černý is the best!
Pěkný! Send me a message if you want to meet up with an Angličan fan while you're in Prague 😁
Talk about errant fingernails, I happened to stumble onto the Indigo Traveller's YouTube channel and he was off on a new adventure to Mozambique where the average salary is $1.60 per month.
Anyway, the images of destitution shown throughout the video were unimaginable. It's hard to envision how some indigenous populations survive. Their natural immune system must be much more heartier than their Western counterparts.
Perhaps, that's why during the scamdemic populations in Africa that weren't injected with the mRNA toxin had the lowest death rates.
But I digress, as I wanted to describe all the people the Indigo Traveller met as he was scurrying around the village. He chatted with a group of young men who were addicted to heroin, a bunch of folks selling odds and ends, and then he walked into a tiny hut where a youngish fellow was sitting behind a table doing manicures. 💅
It was a Mozambique nail salon in the mist of indigence.
Of course, the Indigo Traveller sat down and had a manicure. I doubt whether the equipment had ever once been sterilized. However, the manicurist did have a lovely selection of nail polishes.
After the manicure the Indigo Traveller asked the manicurist if he prefers doing the nails of men or women. The manicurist quickly responded saying he prefers women as they tend to spend more money on their nails. I don't know if pedicures were offered as I didn't notice a foot spa in the hut.😁
Thanks Riley for this, enjoyed it.
Re the "touchy subject" - it's even more touchy in Czechia, because of the Sudetenland Germans and all that. So be careful there. Also, the Czech government is firmly behind Ukraine, the ordinary Czechs not so much. The Slovaks had the same problem with rum, so they changed the name to "Um." That's the EU for you, don't let me start...
Brought back heaps of memories, what a lovely post, thank you.
Well, we pay people to do that for us here. Previously, when my eyesight was good and my grip firm, I could reach my toes and do it myself. Now at 76, neither my eyesight or my grip is firm and I have to pay a person who has been trained to cut my toenails instead, does it - it costs the equivalent of 50 Dollars each time for about 10 minutes tops of their time.
Were I a male, it would have been the ideal profession for me, because I have a kink where I like looking up women's skirts to see their panties and sometime beyond and I would have got to see everything on offer and then some, being a toe nail cutter - no thrills from the guys however
Such brilliant and refreshing reading ! thank you ! I am still smiling over it.
Lovely. Thanks. A welcome diversion.
Once I tried seven different tap beers at a well known pub in Prague. No idea wht were the names. There were 30-40 beers on the menu lolz. I couldnt decide which one was better and got so blasted that my legs sang the way back to hotel. Here, now I can source only Bernard and Budwar. And I am soooo grateful for it! I know I am going to get hate for this, but I have to say that German or English or Belgian beer is never that good. Not even close. For my taste
A lite, summer column which is totally appropriate! Very much enjoyed!