theatre of the absurd: old town square

Brno, part IV - Brno wrapup

I always like the feeling of transition, of leaving one city behind and going to the next one. I liked the morning I left Krakow - it was cold and I got a nice seat on the lower deck, and I've included a phone photo here because it ties in with the narrative of this post.

Good old polskibus

It was freezing that morning, and I got a coffee at the gas station

I'll do some phone photo posts, by the way, so this won't be the very end. I feel as if I haven't had enough of continental #5 yet. The story is still ongoing, the book is not yet closed..

Namesti Svobody

Hrad a Pevnost Špilberk

Namesti Svobody

Last night in Brno, before Vienna, before returning to ... that other parallel universe. I went to the Tesco to get some sauerkraut and potatos and onions, one of those frozen dinners, and they turned out to be surprisingly good. The kitchen was pretty dark, and the lighting was extremely poor. Throw that in a mixer with the dilapidated upholstery and the fact that no one was in the hostel whatsoever, and you get a recipe of creepiness that made even my hair stand on end at first. I messaged Lital, who was in Hostelgate - ah, my favoured Hostelgate - and she was about as fond of HG as I was of the Brno hostel. We ended up videochatting the night away, which was very comforting. I was in a strange mood that night; it was my last night of my latest journey, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I was glad that I was only in Brno for a day, for Praha this certainly wasn't. The food, however, put my mind at ease slightly, and after downing some cocktails - also from your friendly neighbourhood Tesco - I felt much better.

I was really bad at taking foodies this time round

And here's an equally bad photo of the creepy kitchen. I blame the bad lighting.

I saw Tommy/Alex one last time, and he asked me what I was doing that night. I'm going to just take it easy today - it's my last night in Europe, I said. You're not going out!? he asked, hiking an eyebrow. Well, I have to leave early tomorrow, and like I said it's my last night here. - All the more excuse to go out, he said. He tried to talk me into going to a pub with him and some friends, but I really wasn't feeling up to it. Eventually he gave up, and said - well - I'm going to come back really late, so I might see you again, which will be nice, but if not, then this is goodbye.

He did come home fairly late - he slept in the bunk above me, and I briefly awoke when he came back. I saw his bare legs as he climbed up the ladder, and then I returned back to sleep.

There we go, my itinerary for the day:

06:10 Depart from Brno, AN u hotelu Grand via regiojet, 14.40 EUR. Already booked and paid for. 8 mins walk from hostel.
08:25 Arrive at Vienna, Schwechat Airport Busstation
11:35 leave Vienna and back to my capitalist-driven life.

Which meant that I had to wake up at 05:00, more or less. I got my stuff, and then put on my hood and walked out. It was still dark, and there were stars in the inky black sky. I walked down Panska, then turned, and walked down to the bus station, and I thought of Petra - Petra, the CZ girl I'd met three years ago, whose house I'd stayed with when I was in Vienna. Dear Petra!

We have established that I live for these dark mornings, the hours when the world is in darkness, before they awaken. You feel that there are a thousand ways this day could develop, and the world is your oyster, yet.

The ground floor of the hostel, which was a cafe

Regiojet where it all started

All aboard..

And watching the countryside roll away beneath me

Dasvidanya!

Brno, part II - Cathedral of St. Peter and St. Paul, Freedom Square/Namesti Svobody and Lokál U Caipla

Cathedral of St. Peter and St. Paul, which looked a LOT like St. Vitus Cathedral in Praha

I walked around the Old Town, which was right down from the street. Brno and CZ per se were very different from Poland and Krakow and Warszawa. The buildings were less beautiful and less colourful, but the food was much better. For Lokál U Caipla I would come back here again, no more and no less.

Potato pancakes

It was all you can eat, does it get any more awesome!?

I tried to visit the Ossuary underneath the Church of St. James/ Kostnice u sv. Jakuba - despite reviews online saying that it was far less impressive than its magnificent counterpart in Kutna Hora - but it wasn't open on Mondays. I wasn't TOO disappointed, as I wasn't sure I had enough money on me to visit anyway, but still. I satisfied myself with taking a photo of the entrance sign, then went on my merry way.

Kostnice u sv. Jakuba

Freedom Square

Inside the Cathedral of St. Peter and St. Paul

Freedom Square/ Namesti Svobody

Brno, part I - Old Town and St. Jacob's Church

Here's a surprisingly lovely photo from my phone

As soon as I walked into the hostel I knew that this wasn't going on my Hostel Walk of Fame. It was nice and big and spacey, but it was also dark and the lighting was bad. The only good thing about this hostel was the clean, airy, spacey bathroom and toilet, which I revelled in.

I didn't meet anyone interesting here, except a Czech boy in his early twenties who laughingly asked me, though in a nice if self deprecating manner - why I'd chosen to come to Brno. "Because I've been to Prague, and this is the second biggest city in CZ, and I wanted to see a city that wasn't Prague," I said. Fair enough, the boy said - I can't remember his name anymore but it was something fairly anglicised, Alex or Tommy or something. Let's go with Tommy. Tommy excitedly asked me if I'd been on the walking tours in Prague, and I said no. Oh, he said in disappointment. That's too bad. Why, I said. He then told me that he was a tour guide for those walking tours, and told me that I should join them next time and look him up. OK, I said. I asked him where he'd learnt his English as it was really good - with an American twang - and he said that he was actually half American, and that he'd spent half of his childhood growing up in California. HUH, I said, thinking to myself - the girls must have loved him, as he was incredibly handsome, though not my type. He told me a bit about drama in his life - apparently some girl had texted him, which surprised him - "She wanted me to go to a concert with her a few months ago but I ended up going with someone else which made her mad, and I haven't seen her since, but now she's texting me again." Young uns and their drama, I guess.

There was a Tesco in the Špalíček mall behind the hostel, where I went to get some food. It was located on a rather steep slope up, so even though it was only about 3 mins walk from the hostel, it was pretty tiresome. Still though, lots of vanilla milk and junk food and things like frozen sauerkraut and pierogi made surprisingly good meals, and I got the whole kitchen to myself.