Oct 28, 2007

Getting all medieval in Bohemia

This chair might not be too relaxing...

...but we sure were, chilling out for a couple days this week in a little south Bohemian town called Cesky Krumlov.

The area is an UNESCO site and it's adorable, save for the gimmicky torture museum that we stupidly shelled out money to see, hence the spikey chair photo. The town was founded in the late 13th century in a bend in the Vltava River, was occupied by Austrians and Nazi Germans at different times, and then fell into disrepair during Communism. But it's been restored and we liked visiting it.


It poured the whole time we were there, so what we saw of the town was quite grey. I'd like to go back when the sky isn't so droopy and my feet aren't soaked/cold. This is a view of the Krumlov Castle wrapping around a curve in the river. It has a Baroque theatre built in 1766 with all of its original stage machinery/props/etc.! Because it's so old, it's only used 3 times a yr. It also has a moat with 2 bears living in it.



This stacked archway bridge connects some of the castle's 40 buildings. People walked across in the covered areas and there's even a level for riding horses across.


Here's me on the steps to St. Vitus Church, which dates back to the 1400s and is supposedly haunted. It's inner crypt, where noblemen/women are buried, has been tampered with many times throughout the centuries and its cemetery was dug and moved due to overcrowding during the Bubonic Plague in 1585.


We also saw the Egon Schiele Art Centrum, which houses the collection of Schiele, a famous Austrian artist whose mom was from Cesky Krumlov. He also lived in CK for about a year with his lover, until the townspeople chased him out for painting scandalous nudes. Here's one of his paintings, which I stole off the internet:

Bri bought me these cool paint-your-own postcards at the Schiele center and we spent a rainy afternoon in a pub doodling on them.


The food in this little town was hearty and cheap. We ate in a little Bohemian restaurant that served food like people ate in medieval times. I had some cheese-and-millet (grain) cake thing and cabbage soup and Bri had lots of smoked meat. We also hung out at a bar that looked like a torture museum itself- very dungeon-y.


Here's part of the town square and then our hostel, which put us in a hollow mouth of a room with creaky floors and imposing old furniture, including an enormous, decaying chandelier over our 4-post bed. Good stuff.

Oct 25, 2007

They grow up so fast

Every Mon.-Fri. I start my day with these goofy 14-15 yr old mugs. They are my "tutor group". In Euro education, that means something similar to homeroom. I have to register them every morning, read the announcements, dole out merits/detentions, etc., plus I teach them 40 mins. of what is essentially health education every Wednesday afternoon. They're a bushel of peaches most of the time; I really love them to bits. Though I'll never tell them that ;)

I also just petitioned for, and was given, the title of Head of Performing Arts at ECP. Logan is in my dept., and he's been super cool about my application for the position. The school music teacher, Petra, is with us, too. I was already doing a lot of head stuff; this just kind of makes it official.

Oct 20, 2007

More views of Cairo through the camera lens

Here are a few more fo-toes...

Jeremy and Steve experiencing sensory overload at the Khan al Khalili markets


Gobs of shisha pipes and smoking tobacco scattered everywhere at the markets


Brian eating street vendor food at Khan al Khalili; he must have a stomach of steel to not get sick from that


Arabic Fanta and Coca-Cola


I look like the giant caterpillar on the mushroom in "Alice in Wonderland"


Jeremy makes friends with one of the thousands of homeless cats in the city. He likes mangy animals


Typical Arabic tea, with mint in it. People drink this stuff day and night and in between


Egyptian policemen. They are everywhere in the city, esp. traffic cops, which doesn't make any sense because no one follows any traffic rules whatsoever. Mostly you see a few of them standing around together. And many have guns


An Egyptian license plate. No idea what it says. Although Jeremy, who has studied Arabic, could actually read some signs and stuff


Egyptian housing along the highway. I thought it was sub-standard; Jeremy said it wasn't


A big ass! Ha!


These horses are getting a bath in a branch of the Nile. Nevermind the garbage and waste floating around in the water...


An Egyptian Vodaphone (cell phone) store. Vodaphone is the service Bri and I use in Prague


Look! No hands!


My humps, my humps, my lovely lady lumps (it's a Fergie song, mom and dad)


Brian and his guide set off toward the Pyramid of Chephren. Notice that it's been stripped of its casing up to the top; it used to be completely covered with polished white limestone that made it gleam like a diamond in the sun, but subsequent rulers took off the outer shell to line mosques in the city


The Cairenese panorama from Giza Plateau. You can see the back of the Sphinx's head to the left. There is also the excavation of the "city" that serviced the pyramid builders in this picture


Here's the face of the Sphinx, in front of the Great Pyramid of Khufu, the largest pyramid. The Sphinx is suffering from the equivalent of stone cancer; it is decaying away into the desert sands


i like camels


The Nile running through central Cairo. Lots of fancy yachts and things


Upscale housing in central Cairo. Only for the posh

Oct 19, 2007

Walk like an Egyptian...

The high that I'm experiencing from seeing Cairo is unfortunately being snuffed out by a horrid case of gastroenteritis, probably from consuming contaminated food or water in Egypt. It's still a developing country and food hygiene there is really poor. Brian, however, is feeling good, and we're still reeling from having stood next to the pyramids at Giza only 2 days ago.

The trip started out a bit rough; after an overnight flight with a screaming baby, a hotel reservation mix-up and an hour's sleep, I spent a 9-hr day at my English teaching conference with colleagues Jeremy and Steve. But it could have been worse; you have to buy visas at the Cairo airport upon landing and it's a big mess. Thankfully, Brian, who had taken a different flight than us (through Istanbul rather than Milan), had Egyptian pounds and visa instructions waiting for us when we landed. What a man!

We crashed in our rooms at the end of the day. Bri and I did get up long enough to eat something and consequently, met a really cool Canadian dude who lives in Cyprus. He invited us to stay with his family on the island... maybe someday?

We dragged ourselves to the conference the next day and *whoopee*, it was much better. I picked up many helpful tips and clarifications for teaching IB English. Bri went exploring in the city center and met some friends...



In the evening, we travelled to the Khan al Khalili market, which boasts loads upon loads of fabric, copper trinkets, shisha pipes, rugs, etc. We let ourselves get lost in the fray and then nestled into a little cafe where we smoked shisha pipes and drank tea. Skinny, stray cats are everywhere in Cairo and they clamored around our table, looking for food.





The streets were filled with people, as it was the end of Ramadan and celebrations were everywhere. But there was no alcohol; Muslims can't drink.

The next day, after conference talk, our touristy excursions led us to the pyramids and Sphinx at Giza. We found a cabbie who drove us past a bunch of major Cairo sights on the way. He would literally stop his dilapidated little black and white cab on the side of the interstate and let us get out to take photos. This is significant because the traffic in Cairo is ridiculous; people don't pay attention to center lines and even reverse in the middle of a crammed road if they miss a turn. We saw the City of the Dead, where roughly 5 million Egyptians (the total pop. of Cairo is 22 mil.) live in cemeteries/tombs because of a housing crisis. They have no electricity, sewer, etc.


We saw the memorial for former Egyptian president Anwar Al Sadat, who was assassinated in 1981. He was considered one of the most influential Arabs of the modern world and was named as "Time" Man of the Year in 1977 for trying to bring peace to the Arab-Israeli conflict.


Of course, we visited the River Nile, though you can't see it much in this photo. The section that runs through Cairo is blatantly dirty; you shouldn't even stick your hand in it.


We were surprised when we approached Giza that development had crept right up to the pyramids; what a shame. I read, though, that recent efforts are curtailing further growth in Giza. The cabbie dropped us off at his buddy's camel and horse rental outfit and we mounted our beasts and set off toward the pyramids, led by a tour guide and a group of 10-yr-old-looking boys. They kept telling us the 2-hr ride would make us "walk like Egyptians". Ha!

The pyramids, for lack of better words, were enormous, phenomenal and mystifying. The group that we visited were built over a span of 5 centuries about 2,500 years before Jesus Christ was born. They were constructed as Pharoahs' tombs to "launch" the leaders to the heavens after death, to ensure the survival of the Egyptian people. Each pyramid consists of over a million stones that way over 2.5 tons each. It took thousands and thousands of Egyptians to build them. The tallest one reaches about 480 feet into the air. Unfortunately, the area around them is littered with garbage and water bottles.





The half-human, half-lion Great Sphinx is also in Giza. It was built in the 3rd millenium BC and is the earliest known monumental sculpture. It's a riddle; no one knows who the Sphinx is modeled after, who built it or what happened to its nose. It faces the rising sun and guards the Giza plateau.


We travelled to Old Coptic Cairo next, which dates back to 6th century BC. It's mainly known as Babylon, from when the Romans built a fortress there in 38 AD. It's been the Christian stronghold of Cairo and holds St. Sergius Church and St. Barbara Church, where the Holy family (Joseph, Mary and Jesus) were said to have stayed. It was interesting but I was so pooped from the day - and suffering mega stomach problems - that I didn't pay as much attention to it as I should have.


To relax a bit, we took a felucca boat ride on the Nile, which was lovely until it started raining and the wind churned the water into whitecaps. It only rains in Cairo like 5 days a year and we just happened to be on a topless boat when it did!


After one more stop at a streetside cafe for tea and shisha, we boarded the plane at 3 a.m. to go home. I'll carry this fascinating city with me forever. Hopefully not in the form of stomach parasites, however. ;)

Oct 12, 2007

Tortellini, lack of lights and tomorrow's flight


Mozarella, olives, tortellini, sun-dried tomatoes, HEAVEN; we found the best pizza/pasta place ever and it's been hidden under our noses the entire time we've lived here! We ate there on Wednesday, gorging until carbs were coming out of our pores. Weird how you can live in a neighborhood for months and still find sparkly little jewels now and then. We also hit up a Prague ballet, thanks to free tix from our good buddy Roman. It was fantastic but, as I was exhausted that night/lacking sleep/full of starch and cheese, I fell asleep during it for about 20 mins. Oops!
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The electricity has been off for most of the week at my school. Not sure why, but it's been an incredible pain in the *SS. I haven't been able to make photocopies, print anything, use the Internet, send e-mails... it's like teaching in the dark ages! And that's literal; we've had no lights, as well. So I have my students gathered near the windows, trying to salvage what lessons I can.
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We head out for Egypt tomorrow... which you probably already know if you read this blog because I'm practically peeing my pants over getting to travel to Africa. I have to pick out long sleeves and pants I can wear in the 80-degree temps 'cuz women are supposed to cover themselves there. Lots 'o mosques and stuff... Caio!

Oct 7, 2007

Busking Brian

MAN-IN-WHITE-JUMPSUIT UPDATE!

Who do we run into at a local club but noneother than the spasmodic poet! I couldn't resist keeping silent, so I struck up a conversation with the guy, who was wearing a red t-shirt, thankgoodness. Turns out he produces short films now and acts/vomits Czech poetry on the side to finance his filmography. Nice enough, but a bit of a narcisist.



The weekend was low-key. We hooked up with our favorite Minnesotan-in-Prague, Miss Leah. Somehow she and I got Bri to take his guitar outside and serenade the chilly Saturday night air.

Oct 6, 2007

Don't trust the Internet

Emily and Brian sit in theatre seats.

Man in white jumpsuit ala Siegfried and Roy and long blonde hair lays on back and circles legs in air.

Emily and Brian stare at man quizzically.

Man in white jumpsuit spews strings of Czech words and mimes being attacked by bees.

Emily and Brian stare quizzically at each other.

Man in white jumpsuit does what appears to be Tae Bo while making injured bird noises. Man is wearing no underwear and white jumpsuit leaves nothing to imagination.

Emily and Brian leave theatre.

Brian surprised me Thursday evening with dinner at a cozy little pizzeria and a trip to a local art gallery to see a photo exhibit (he found it on the internet, the sly fox). The pizza was delish but upon entering the gallery, a ratty looking dude appeared and told us there was no exhibit. OK. I then remembered that I had read about a lyrical-action poetry performance in our neighborhood that started at 8 p.m., so we headed there. The internet had said it was in English.

We ended up watching about 15 minutes of Czech poetry combined with seizure-like activity and then left because, of course, we couldn't understand a thing. The aformentioned white jump suit guy reciting/flopping around looked identical to "Nuni Schoener" from the Saturday Night Live 'art dealer' sketches. (see pic I ripped from the web)
Still, inordinately entertaining!

Oct 4, 2007

When You Give a Kid a Camera...

My Yr 3 English class (15-16) is doing a unit on "community" right now. I'm having them read different texts with the shared thread of what constitutes a community and then requiring them to create photojournalist narrative essays. So, my bright idea was to take them around the school and photograph things to write about. Yes, most of them took pictures of the buildings/people/transport/etc. in the environment around the school, but, of course, I ended up with these, too :) :)