Dispatch from Prague
I am an international woman of
mystery.
Let me tell you the long and winding tale of my trip to Prague. Actually I'm
really exhausted now, so here is the abriged version.
Every time. Every freaking time I go to a
conference. Something goes awry, and it all ends up being my fault, and then I
recover and realize it's not really a big deal at
all.I realized on Saturday that the
Hotel info that I had printed out at school only had the hotel name, and not the
address, and that the map-to-the-hotel that I had printed out was actually a map
to Hotel Victoria in
Plzen
(dudes. what's with the consonants, i mean, really.), not the Hotel Victoria in
Prague.
I'd googled Hotel Victoria in Prague before I left, but while the google gods
gave me every Hotel Victoria in every city
ever,
they did
not
give me the one in Prague. "No worries," I thought - "I will ask people, like
tourist office people, when I get there." ....rigggghhht. It all sounds so
easy. 1. Turns out nobody at the
airport of the tourist office had ever heard of this hotel.
2. I freaked out, and had nightmarish
visions of The Hotel Victoria not really existing other than as the figment of
the imagination of a crazy czech travel
agent.3. I decided to take matters
into my own hands, and got myself hooked up with the apparently only non-full
place in town, a nearby hostel.4. The
hostel was not just ass, but scary-ass. I was the only resident there, and the
guy in charge kinda reminded me of the crazy guy from Silence of the Lambs (not
Hannibal, the other guy). 5. But
whatcha gonna do, when it's a choice between homelessness and the Czech version
of the Bates Motel- so I moved in, depsite severe creeped-outness, into a room
with no towels or curtains and a dirty stone
floor.6. I went back to the
conference, where they told me / yelled at me that the Hotel Victoria totally
exists, and here's where, and why had I not checked in yet, and don't I know
that they can't refund my money
now?
Sigh. 7. I dragged my tired ass all
the way back to the scary place, explained my sitch to the scary man (he was
very nice about it, and did not try to stab me to death), and dragged my
suitcase and poster tube all the way back across the
town.8. After getting lost only once
(silly me, I thought nr 26 would be between nrs 25 and 27, but I was wrong) I
eventually found my hotel . Note that it has its own freaking web
domain, and yet, nobody seems to have heard of it. Frickin
google.9. My hotel is super fabulous;
very art-nouveau and clean and lovely. The breakfast alone almost made me cry.
I've taken so many trips on the
Prague Subway to consider myself a regular by now. I also enjoy carrying around
that poster tube since it looks like it could have either weaponry or gadgetry
in it, and that helps pretend in my mind that I am a secret agent, which I like
to do now and then. Yesterday I had
a glass of wine for about $1.20. Can't argue with that.
Posted: Sun - April 17, 2005 at 02:57 PM
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