In the spirit of old school days, very much upon return from my holidays (I am sitting at the airport drinking a very expensive beer), I feel obliged to summarise the happenings of the past month and a half.
I don’t often go all gooey and positive on you lot but right now it has to be done.
So, what did I do on holiday?
I hung out with my family, ate their food and drank their wine. A fair share of wine. And beer. But that was the plan, you see….
I ordered sunshine and I had sunshine. I wanted fog and I got fog. Then the gentle spring rains came to remind me of the true frizz in my hair. The days were long and evenings fragrant with promises of great things to come. Great things always come and money gets printed daily, so what do we worry about?
I shopped for bargains and struggled with choice - again.
I found good tea and drank gallons of it, the rest of the crop is in my suitcase. It is not Czech tea, just for the record.
I hiked and cycled and hiked again and got lost in the woods. Then I found myself. Or my way should I say.
I saw deer, snakes, woodpeckers, hares and met a few friendly pussycats.
I got sandblasted on the beach - this, also, wasn't in Czech. I went to Norfolk briefly, which is not in Czech but the in UK.
I drank beer with my bare feet in the grass watching the lazy river flow in the afternoon sunshine.
I drowned myself in violently yellow fields of oilseed rape and sneezed all over it.
I smelled lilac and rolled in grass full of daisies and dandelions.
I ate sausages cooked over open fire.
I met new, very cool people. I ate cheese with them washed down with some beer and wine, just so you know.
I saw old friends for reminiscing sessions.
I saw old friends and planned our future.
I laughed A LOT.
I scaled old city streets and explored castle ruins.
I nearly broke Instagram with my daily load of snapshots of everything for which I would like to apologise.
I breathed clean fresh air.
I slept under the stars.
I did a lot by myself and had a blast, enjoying every moment and had a really good “me time”.
I recharged my batteries and brought some earplugs with me.
Bring it on, Cambodia!
It was a glorious sunny Sunday in Spindleruv Mlyn. The sky was high and blue with a few fluffy white clouds. The world through my new polarised sunnies showed itself in crispy green colours of spring dotted with a full palette of new flowers and eager butterflies. I came to Krkonose with my brother and his daughter to breathe some fresh mountain air and to stretch our city legs a bit. Not that I needed to escape anything since it’s only been a couple of weeks into my homeland visit but I would never say no to the mountains.
While the young ones decided to splash in the (indoor) pool, I, nursing my newly acquired cold, stuck with a stroll in the steep streets. I was basking in the sunshine remembering my teens when Gabi and I planned our lives in the exact spot more than half of our lifetimes ago. Needless to say, our dreams turned into something completely different as tends to happen in life. In my mind I gave a forgiving smile to those naive ideals we both had at the time and blinked away the stinging sensation in my eyes.
But where exactly am I going with these lines?
As I was navigating downhill to my right I spotted a bunch of workers digging trenches for phone lines or cables of sorts. To break the silence, the stares and to be polite I greeted them. They nodded back and kept on curiously watching me. I know manual labourers from the Roma community are viewed as close to second class citizens here in the Czech Republic. I don't operate that way. They are working for their living so good on them. There are plenty of those of paler skin colour who prefer to take benefits, breed and take more benefits so I'll give kudos to those who work anytime.
But something fundamental, something ingrained in the Czech nature revealed itself to me that day, in the bright spring sunshine. When I commented on how beautiful the day was, the workers replied "Madam, we can't buy much with that. Maybe you could give us a hand?" I laughed and walked on but kept on thinking about what it actually meant.
My diagnosis is “consumerism with pessimistic tendencies” and it’s applicable to the folks nationwide.
Are people really only measuring their happiness by the amount of things that they can buy? Would I receive a very different reply to my comment in, say, the UK, Australia or Cambodia (random choice of countries where I spent considerable amount of time)? I’d like to think so. Locals would nod and reply along the lines of "Lovely, indeed!” or “Too right, mate”. Cambodians would giggle and most likely offer you a tuk-tuk ride because you can’t be serious wanting to walk in this heat, can you?
But consumerism is the king in the “western world” - I have no blinkers on my eyes and I see that “shopping” is a perfectly acceptable weekend activity and “hitting” the Mall passes as a fine choice of things to do in one’s spare time. Shelves are breaking under the weight of goods and endless variations of the same product and I continue to struggle to choose. How can there be fifteen types of shampoo of any given brand? Considering that most products are made in a big pot somewhere where labour is cheap, then transported in big tankers and later housed in appealing bottles with sparkling labels - I think the industry has us under the thumb and there is no way out. Unless I move to the mountains with my imaginary goats and real wine.
Back to my sunny Sunday, though. Why being negative is the "go to" place of my fellow countrymen? I'd like to think that I'm different. I'm quite happy grinning (and sneezing) into the fields of bright yellow oil seed rape or blue skies with fluffy white clouds. Early spring green makes me giddy and so does fog, rain and sunshine. Maybe it's because I've been deprived and seasons in Cambodia stay for a while and weather doesn’t really vary that much. Maybe it’s because I have learned to appreciate the everyday beauty and stop and smell the roses. Maybe it’s because I see things. Maybe it’s because I changed the way I think about things. And maybe it’s because life is too damn short to be miserable. So cheer up, surround yourself with people who make you happy, get out there, do the things that you love and …..
I am off!
anna bella betts
Never still, always on the move, looking for the perfect capture... Cambodia is currently my home, presenting endless opportunities....
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