Prague received us with a wide smile, great weather invited us to trek up and down every one of its streets. Buildings and boulevards which seemed designed by the finest, most inspired architects in history. Prague is, undoubtedly, a giant museum, a city built to satisfy the whim of kings. As we headed there, we kind of suspected that our ExperienceLess endeavors might run into a wall, unlike previous cities we visited. Sure enough, we found the streets overflowing with tourists hellbent on contemplating the city’s endless treasure of beauty and majestic pomp. And so, we did crash into that wall.
We pulled out our ExperienceLess sign near a castle, in parks, on bridges, even in the metro, but there’s no way we could enlist the help of locals to live real experiences in their city. No surprise, really, in a city bursting with out-of-towners. Whenever we did find a bar where we could chat up someone friendly, invariably one had the impression that locals were fed up with so many foreign types.
Given the circumstances, our only choice was to toss our sign into the nearest waste bin. Fortunately, we happened to have the phone number of a Czech girl who told us about an open-air concert on the banks of the Moldava River. Once there, we kicked back with a healthy dose of beers, a lively crowd and assorted activities. The improvised entertainment worked out just fine in the end. Nevertheless, we sort of wished we had gotten tips on Praga from a friendly local.