Showing posts with label Prague. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prague. Show all posts

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Euro Metal Fest Tour 2011, Prague Day 1

After checking out of the A&O Hostel, I bid my farewell to Germany as I was not going to see it for another 1 and a half week and began my journey to the Hauptbahhof. The beauty of the hostel I stayed at is it's very close proximity to the train station. When my train arrived, I felt a major chapter of this trip ending and another one beginning. As I rode the train from Hamburg to Prague, I couldn't help but notice a sense of overwhelming anticipation of going to a country I have never been to, and it was overwhelming me with anticipation every passing hour. One thing is for certain, it definitely made for a very scenic trip.
When I arrived in Prague, I couldn't believe a place like this existed. The way the buildings are set up just seemed to have an identity of their own, and yet, they have a way of working together to make this city the architecture draw for many.
One of the many items of information I read about visiting the Czech Republic is a soda that was exclusive to the country called Kofola, and the taste was different and nothing I drank before, but it was good.
The one major aspect of this tour I embarked on was to make it as Metal as possible, and the best way was to discover and experience the Metal Night Clubs, and Hells Bells was a definite score. The atmosphere was awesome, the music was kick ass, and the people were just as Metal as you could ask for. The alcohol was top notch, and one pleasant surprise I discovered was Czech Rum, specifically, Bozkhov Tuzemsky. To say this is my new favorite beverage would be the understatement of the trip, as this rum was kicking ass. The fact I had to leave this place was something I did not want to do, but alas the tour needed to keep moving forward.
Prague at night is like an artwork coming to life, and the vibe was very dark, but not the kind that was unwelcoming, and as the signs will remind you, they welcome you as you are.

Euro Metal Fest Tour 2011, Prague Day 2

Waking up in a city I have never been to was a strange feeling, cuz typically you know what you are getting yourself into when you wake up in the one you are accustomed to. My first night sleep at Hostel Orange went uneventful, and very peaceful considering I was sharing a room with 12 other strangers.
Walking around Prague is like a modern city stuck in a time bubble from centuries ago. Of course, aside from the little surprises here and there, I managed to stumble upon a bottle of vodka I wanted to buy, but couldn't due to a promise I made to a member of a royal family from Bulgaria (Inside joke for those of you on the outside, hi Marina =D ). Plus space inside my camping backpack was becoming limited due to the shopping I did in Wacken Open Air.
This train took me to a town called Kutna Hora, which is about a 1 hour train ride away from Prague. The purpose for visiting this town in this fine country? To visit one of the most Metal churches in the world, Kostnice Sedlec, also known as the Church of Bones.
The church isn't big, but what it lacks in size more than makes up for in what it offers, which are real bones decorating the place. Keep in mind, this is not some Party City/Dollar Store fake bones, but rather bones that at one time belonged to a living human being, which made for an interesting retrospect of what it took to build this place.
At the expense of seeming lazy, I will provide 2 links that will give you detailed information about this church. First, the Offical Page so you know how it came to be. Second, a direct link to my Photobucket section of all the pictures I took of the church. Here's a couple of sample pics.
This was the train I thought was going to take me back to Prague, but as I found out during the ride, I was going in the wrong direction, the complete opposite to Prague. The train conductor came up to me and asked for my ticket, and when she saw the ticket, she indicated to me I was on the wrong train going in the wrong direction. She only spoke Czech and I English/Broken Spanish. When I realized her gestures and body language, that told me everything I needed to know about my mistake. Thankfully, she got me another ticket and told me to get off at the next station and take the next train going in the opposite direction. Even with a language barrier, that didn't stop us from communicating, and I thanked her for helping me in that bind.
One word all spoken languages understand is freedom, and as seen in the graffiti, the locals appreciate what it is all about.
The view from the train getting into Prague.
Walking back to my hostel from the train station, I managed to soak in some more of the city with it's statues and the people walking all over the place.
The city has a love affair with KFC. I have eaten KFC since I was a tike going to kindergarten, and being the adventurous individual I am, decided to give a Czech-style KFC a run.
I ordered a chicken sandwich as well as a Twix milkshake and some fries. Now, I ask those of you who eat KFC in the USA, notice anything different about the fries? They are regular fries instead of the potato wedges we have.
When I got back to my hostel, I decided to get some sleep since the whole getting lost in the Czech Republic and trip drained me. When I woke up, I went to Rock Pub Error, and that was another misadventure that makes for a good story. When I got on the tram near the hostel, I took the tram in the wrong direction, and I didn't realize this at the time until the conductor told me and a elderly Swedish couple to get off, with a surprised look on our face. When I showed the conductor where I needed to go, he told me to take the same tram going the opposite direction, leaving me on the outskirts of Prague in a neighborhood I didn't know to freeze my ass off for a good 15 minutes before the tram came. I was only wearing my Iron Maiden Live After Death Allover Shirt, black jeans, and my Converse All Stars, and the temperature was very cold.
Going to Rock Pub Error was another story of getting lost, as I got off at the correct tram station, and managed to get myself lost in another part of Prague that looked just like the last one I got dropped off in, except it was on the complete opposite side of the city. After walking around this section of Prague and with the help of one of the local bar tenders pointing me at the right direction, I found the place, which was on the side of a building basement. From the looks of it, it seemed "unfriendly" on the outside, and when the door opened, there was a caged door locked which needed the barkeep to open and close to let people in and out. I only stayed 40 minutes in the place, and the atmosphere was the complete opposite to Hells Bells from last night, meaning, very dull, and lacking in the friendly atmosphere.
The best way to end this night was to share the tram stop with a huge ass spider.

Euro Metal Fest Tour 2011, Brutal Assault Day 1

On my last day in Prague, I left my hostel and said good bye to the front desk agent who helped me a great deal during my stay and she was awesome.
Walking through this city to the train station really gave me a sense of what I was leaving behind.
At the train station, it had the usual Metal fan sightings and the train that took us directly to Jaroměř (the town Brutal Assault Festival is located.) was invaded by Metal Legions, and I even shared my train seat with the fans from Australia I met at the A&O Hostel in Hamburg, Germany. When we arrived to Jaroměř, it was like a horde of Balrogs invading a town to plunder and pillage, except replace plunder with headbanging and pillage with buying lot's of good Czech beer.
The march to the festival grounds was an epic affair, and took a good solid 20 minutes before some of us reached the outer skirts of the festival grounds.
The town locals needed to know about the festival taking place, and who's playing.
The one advantage Brutal Assault has over many other festivals? It takes place in a 18th century fortress, and to say this is one of the most METAL SETTINGS is a great understatement.
No fortress would be complete without a moat, and this one was no exception.
When I saw this sign, the sigh of relief overtook me greatly, that is, until I realized I needed to march some more with fellow marchers, but at least this part of the walk was very scenic.
This line was for the folks who had VIP Camp reservations, and thanks to being in this line, I met 3 really kick ass guys from Serbia and a couple from Canada who are as awesome of people as you can get and they made my trip even more memorable.
As the evening was approaching, I decided to head off to the local supermarket to pick up a jug of water for the hygiene and the occasional drinking necessities, aside from the alcohol of course, and some other items to survive a Metal festival of epic proportions.
I will say this, this place at night was beyond METAL!6!6!6! With everybody screaming and enjoying themselves in the mountain with the view from the VIP Camp site in pitch black, it was a humorous spectacle.