Although this doesn’t let UNESCO dumping Liverpool off its Heritage List or https://visitbelgium.comyears before the reconstructed Renaissance City Dresden.
They think it’s all Ova… it is now for a Czech tradition whose time is up because Czech women have rightly had enough.
Few of us will have bothered a jot when hearing the names of the wave of Czech female tennis players in the Seventies as to their derivation.
We did though smile at umpires stumbling over Martina Navratilova’s name.
Marvellous Martinas
They were soon to got lots of practice.
Fur Elise… in Czech Republic, and a Czech guide
The -ova suffix is given to Czech women to denote that they belong to their husband or father.
In English ova is plural for ovum, a female egg cell.
The good news for Czech women is that the Republic’s Ministry of the Interior is looking to push through a change as early as August.
The Astronomical Clock in Prague
I have been fortunate enough to have been hosted by a number of Czech women in the Republic.
And I would advise anyone who might think that because they have accepted this -ova anachronism that they might be happy to be subservient to men to think again.
Martina soon disavowed an American tourist of the notion.
When his son complained about the queues in the Astronomical Clock.
How they demonised Czech women in the past
Young Buck, or Brad, or whatever his name is, soon learned not to disrespect such an important part of Prague history.
Na Zdravi Czech women
The discarding of the -ova suffix will be long overdue.
And a last vestige of a repression dressed up as tradition.
Czech women run their society
Worth remembering though that here in the UK some still frown upon women who order pints of lager.
Try shooting a Czech woman lager drinker in Prague, Karlovy Vary or Hoptown Zatec and see where that gets you.
So we welcome the change in Czechland. They think it’s all ova…. it is now!
It’s one of those annoying Government buzzwords so let’s claim it back with a Rainy Days and Songdays Green Lighting megamix around the world. Our favourite songs with ‘green’ in the title and the countries where they transport us.
As a recruiting call for Ireland our pals at Tourism Ireland would have been proud as in true singer style Johnny namechecks everywhere on the Emerald Island.
Quite who the girl from Tipperary town with the lips like eiderdown is Johnny would never say, perhaps because June would have killed him.
The old rogue Burns was pure rock’n’roll and could pen a lyric and a tune which is probably why he is held in such high regard by the greatest singer-songwriters of the latter half of the 20th century.
With Bob Dylan, no less, crediting the Scot as his greatest inspiration.
The Milanese Verdi had the support of Gaetano Donizetti from nearby Bergamo whom he visited in Vienna which, of course, was the capital of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
And that included Bohemia, or the current-day Czech Republic where the thing to do when you’re in Prague is take in a production at the opera house.
Every nation sacrificed its most promising generation in No Man’s Land but for those from the furthest outposts of Empire… well, it just seems to be all the more pointless to modern sensibilities.
Eric Bogle, a Scots-born Australian, explores the pyschological cost to one survivor ‘young Willie McBride’. And it was all the more poignant after I’d seen the statue of the Scots soldier in northern France.
The story goes that the Stax house band were waiting around for the Sun artist and rockabilly singer Billy Lee Riley to turn up and developed the song.
And why Green Onions? Well Booker T. Jones self-deprecatingly said it was because green onions were the nastiest thing he could think of and something you could throw away. We never would.
Either way it’s flag-waving, Americana. And even if you don’t know the song you’ll recognise the tune.
Particularly if you’re a fan of Celtic FC who famously play in green and white hoops and who have adapted the song and lyrics into a favourite fans’ song With a Four-leaf Clover on My Breast.
The evergreen Cliff belts this one out from the Seventies.
The Peter Pan of Pop who was born in India, grew up in England, and has had homes in Portugal and Barbados, though he is selling up in Bim (and yes I’m interested).
I always keep my watch set at the time of the last country I’ve been to so today that’ll be the Czech Republic.
The idea is to keep something of that destination and wanderlust with me though it can cause problems in the morning.
Beer O’Clock in Zatec
My strange habit all chimes with the Czechs, of course, with their love of an astronomical clock.
Prague‘s biggest attraction, in the Old Town Square obvs but also the clock in Hoptown, Zatec, and its homage to beer.
Scot late the Great
You’re late… but that’s OK in Edinburgh
Balmoral Hotel, Edinburgh: And, of course, today I’ve been all over the place, and logging on for work that was a full month ago.
Now the fastidious and ever-so-decent people of Edinburgh look after people like me.
By setting their clock three minutes fast to allow people rushing for their train at nearby Waverley Station enough time.
Set in the New Town, staring across Princes Street Gardens and up to Edinburgh Castle it also allows you more time to take it all in.
Philly’s hour of need
Billydelphia
Philadelphia City Hall, Philadelphia: And it will come as little surprise to you that I turned up for my Zoom meeting from Washington DC five hours early.
I make only a few apologies for resharing Philadelphia’s Curse of Billy Penn because clocks and times give me that opportunity today.
The 21-year curse on Philly‘s sports teams arose because of the construction of One Liberty Hall.
It exceeded the height of Billy’s statue atop City Hall… a real no, no.
It was all resolved when a statuette was affixed to the final beam topping off the Comcast Cener, now the city’s tallest building.
And the Phillies took baseball’s World Series
Tenerife timing
Give me a bell: Tenerife
Iglesia de la Concepcion, San Cristobal de La Laguna: You’ll be breathless after saying all this.
And breathless from the steps, particularly if you’ve been hiking through rain forests and hills on your CanariaWays trip.
But the views are spectacular. Just don’t ring it too early. Too late.
Ancient times
Time goes slowly: Im Petra
Petra, Jordan: And it may look like a temple to you and me but it’s actually a Treasury.
The same thing to the Nabateans.
It’s also though a timepiece with coded messages.
You won’t need Indiana Jones to decode them though.
Zuhair, G Adventures, expert man on the ground will give you the full lowdown… and Jordan Jimmy will do the rest.
Ben O’Clock
The Elizabeth Tower, Westminster, London: And, of course the tower with the most famous clockface in the world.
Only everyone thinks it’s called Big Ben.
But that is the name of the largest of its five bells.
So who was Ben? Well, either ‘Big’ Ben Hall, the first Commissioner of Works or the boxer Benjamin Caunt.
Happy World Book Day… I’ve been turning over a new leaf by re-reading some old favourites from around the world.
Some will be yours, others I’d recommend as they namecheck places you’ll want to visit, and the people too.
Czech’s in post for this classic
On the King Charles Bridge in Prague
Franz Kafka’s The Metamorphosis: Or you can have The Trial.
OK, I’ve not read either, but I have checked out KafkaesquePrague, his home city.
And he’ll be glad to know that the Czechs still retain his take on the world around him and its leaders…
Bureaucracies overpowering people often in a surreal, nightmarish way.
Anne’sterdam
Can I be trusted on a bike? In Amsterdam
Anne Frank’s The Diary of a Young Girl: It’s chilling to listen to the audio of Anne‘s words in the diary she wrote in her family’s hideout in Amsterdam.
And I make no apologies in saying that I choked up.
When I heard that the vibrant young girl destined for Auschwitz had wanted to become a journalist.
Anne, of course, made a lasting impression, and has gone on to inspire generations of chlldren and adults alike.
Eastern Eden
Cool for cats… in the Eastern Cape, South Africa
Olive Schreiner’s The Story of An African Farm: Olive may not be on every, or any, schoolchildren’s radar in the Northern Hemisphere.
And athough its style is of its time, the 19th century, this chronicle of South African life in the Eastern Cape, is required reading.
A feminist and ahead of her time Olive railed against the prejudices around her .
And she also moved in some pretty famous circles. Required reading.
Crusoe in Tobago
Give ‘em rope: With Levi and Bandanaman the goat in Tobago
Daniel Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe, Tobago: And if you’re lucky enough you can even reprise the actions of some of your favourite literary characters.
Like in Tobago where Robinson Crusoe swept ashore and took years to get off.
For all his protestations I think he probably enjoyed it. And we know that he made some friends of the local goats.
The Odyssey
Spoiled and ruined at the Acropolis in Athens
Homer’s Odyssey: And this one I did read, or at least study, and then parts of it.
As a Classics scholar (or messer) at school.
I had my own odyssey trying to make my way through Munich Airport and on way to Greece and over to its islands.
There’s nothing like walking in the footsteps of your legend’s… so there’s an invitation to you.
And it’s been flagged up that I’ve been down this road before with this book collection. See if my choices have changed and tell me your faves.
When the good people of Prague built their bunkers it was to protect themselves from the atom bomb.
But they were way ahead of the game for lockdown too.
Maybe it was prescient that I spent a couple of hours in a nuclear bunker in Prague this time last year as I’ve been confined to something similar for most of the last year.
And I’ve often thought the food would be better in that Czech bunker too!
I have become good friends with the Czechs over recent years on their many visits to Dublin and also on my trips out there.
Look at the head on that: Zatec, Czech Republuc
Zoom session
And it was little surprise that they were one of the earlier destinations off the block to run a Beer Zoom session.
While early summer saw long tables laid out on the Charles Bridge for the locals to feast.
Like the rest of us though that proved a false dawn and we’re all doing our eating and drinking back indoors now.
Mind you the wonderfully resilient Czechs have been getting on with it, fuelled of course by their water of life, their beer.
Beer, of course, as they have long known isn’t just for drinking, although they do plenty of that.
They consume more of it per head of population than any other country in the world.
Call me keg: In Zatec
Hoptown
But it is also the centrepiece of a Beer Festival in Zatec where among the competitions is the biggest beer belly contest… I’ve been practising during lockdown.
There is an astronomical clock there too themed around beer.
In fact Hoptown Zatec is so engrained (sorry) with beer that they have a Hops Museum there.
And they have a history of foregoing water in times of drought to make sure that the beer harvest doesn’t suffer.
The one beer pleasure I have missed out on my visits to Czechland, and just another reason to go back soon, is a beer spa.
On my knees praying for beer: In the Spa Triangle
Spa Triangle
Now while we went from tap to tap in Karlovy Vary in the Spa Triangle it wasn’t beer we were supping but lukewarm, salty age-defying spring water.
While unbeknown to me then there was a Beer Spa in town.
The First Beer Spa is the place to go where you will recline in a royal oak whirling tub filled with brewer’s yeast, varieties of hops, malt and peat extract.
While bathing you can drink unlimited dark and light beer which the experts tell us will hydrate us (we’re not arguing).
They insist it will release tension, fatigue and stress, wash out harmful substances and regenerate our skin.
Lennon would have liked it here: In Prague
Only here for the beer
Other spa towns boast beer spas, and all I can think of is that the Czechs had heard of my reputation before my first visit to their country, with Jesenik in Moravia standing out.
Now I know what you’re thinking… if I mention Prague and the Czech Republic she’ll know that I’m just going out there on the lash.
Well, the answer is take her with you. They do a double bath in the Novosad Harrachov Beer Spa in the apron of the Krkonose.
If you’re only staying in Prague (and I’d recommend you veer further afield) then ZOTO Beer Spa is where you want to go.
Fill the bath up… with beer
Hello duckie
While going underground again the Sladovna Beer Spa in Cerna Hora has a rich selectio of beer procedures.