In 2004, I visited all 25 countries in Eastern Europe. You'll find the blog entries from that trip here. In 2008-2011, I returned to see what had changed since that time. With these two visits, five years apart, I accumulated enough material for my 750-page book, The Hidden Europe: What Eastern Europeans Can Teach Us.
This blog now has many excerpts from The Hidden Europe. But who the hell reads anymore? Just look at the best photos from Eastern Europe!
This map reflects how I define Eastern Europe. Eastern Europeans love to deny that they're in Eastern Europe. I tackle how and why I define Eastern Europe the way I do in the Introduction of The Hidden Europe.
Every time I told Americans that I was going to spend 5 months traveling in Eastern Europe they would all say, "So you're going to Prague?"
For most Americans Prague is Eastern Europe. Ironically, it's the least Eastern European city in Eastern Europe. It might as well be in France. The only difference is that the Czechs are actually nice.
OK, I've said it. Yes, go visit it. It's awesome and romantic. Certainly on my Top 5 major cities in Europe, and it may be in my Top 5 in the world.
For example, check out Ceský Krumlov, which is one of Bohemia's most beautiful towns, with a well-preserved historical centre that is on UNESCO's World Heritage List. The city's castle is the second largest in the Czech Republic, after Prague Castle, and it dominates the town from a hill overlooking a horseshoe-shaped bend of the Vltava river. The town's traffic-free historic centre is a magic area of narrow cobbled streets lined with Renaissance and Baroque facades.
Or see Ceský Budejovice, which is near Krumlov. It has a romantic square and charming streets that will send you back into the 18th century.
Or go to Brno (pronounced "Bruno"). The second largest city in the country, I thought it was lovely (see picture on this page).
It's nice that 20% speak English, up for 10% in Poland and 1% in Belarus.
It's a big relief because I didn't want to learn Czech. After all, try to say this Czech phrase: "Strc prst skrz krk."
The Czechs assured me that it is not hard, because it's pronounced exactly how it is spelt.
"Thanks for the tip," I tell them, "but that really doesn't help me much."
What does it mean anyway?
"Stick your finger through your neck."
I prefer "motherfucker."
By the way, when I was in Belarus I found out that in the last five years the Belarussians are now using "motherfucker" as an insult. Before that, no one said it. So now we have three great exports to Belarus: McDonalds, Coke, and Motherfucker.
OK, let's get serious again.
Here's a few random facts on the Czech Rep:
After WW I the Czechs and the Slovakians were like two whimpy kids in a playground of bullies.
Tired of being beat up by the Germans, Austrians, Hungarians, and Russians, these two kids said, "Hey, let's join forces and maybe we can take on these big boys."
The problem was that the Czech was like an 9 year old and the Slovaks like a 8 year old. Both too puny when dealing with teenagers, but the slightly stronger Czechs dominated the smaller Slovakians. So the relationship was always tense, except when they had to face the rotten Nazis.
Under the Munich Pact in Sept 1938 Britain and France agreed not to oppose the annexation of part of Czechoslovakia to Germany. With friends like these....
Of course, the Nazis just took over the whole country within a year and installed Reinhard "Hangman" Heydrich as the leader. But on May 29, 1942 Czechoslovak resistance fighters parachuted in from London and killed his ass.
Friendly tip: It's not good to piss off the Nazis.
As payback, the Nazis razed the village of Lidice, 25km of Prague, and shot every single male living there. And then they deported all the women and children to concentration camps. Nice guys.
The Soviets liberated most of the country and then occupied it for 40+ years.
The whole industrial sector was nationalized and the government's economic policies nearly bankrupted the country. In the 1950s non-communists fled or were imprisoned. Hundreds were executed or died in labor camps, often for little more than a belief in democracy or religion. Stalin purged (i.e., executed) many leaders, even high ranking members.
In the 1968 Prague Spring, the communist head of Czechoslovakia tried to be the Gorbachev of his time.
No luck.
Moscow retaliated by making 500,000 party members lose their jobs. Many educated professionals were made street cleaners and mnual laborers. Dissidents were routinely imprisoned.
But in 1989 the Wall broke apart and a few years later so did Czechoslovakia.
Because the name was too *$@#* difficult to spell!!!
I asked a couple of young Slovakians why Czechoslovakia broke up.
"I don't know," said one.
"Politics," answered the other.
Gee, great. Thanks.
Strangely, it's not easy to find the answer. And it's even harder get a consensus on if it was a smart move, even 12 years after the fact.
Some say that the Slovakians really wanted independence from the stronger Czechs. They were tired that all of Czechoslovakia's government functions were in the Czech side, not the Slovak side. They wanted respect.
Meanwhile, some say that Czechs wanted to break up because the Slovaks were dragging them down, just like East Germany was dragging West Germany down after they united. Czechs also felt that having Slovakia was hurting their chances to get in the EU.
Some folks on both sides thought it was a stupid move.
The most common opinion was that most were against the breakup, but that the oversized egos of the politicians made it happen.
Ironically, they both got in the EU at the same time. Now they have different currencies, but in a few years they will both have the Euro. Border crossings will be even easier than they are now (which are already super easy). In short, Czechoslovakia will be united again.
In other words, the Czechs don't seem to have gained much from the breakup.
Meanwhile, it seems that the only thing that Slovakia has managed to accomplish with the breakup is confusion about its name. After all, doesn't Slovakia sound just like like nearby Slovenia?
August 24, 2004
Finland is one of these nearly perfect societies.
Everything works.
Cities are clean.
There is no crime.
People are nice.
It is just that the winters suck.
Most people don't know where Finland is. The answer is simple: it's where Santa Claus lives. Really. Even the Indians know this.
Somewhere north of Europe lies this country called Finland that's about 80% the size of California. Here is a map so you can follow along my 10 day adventure.
I celebrated the longest day of the year by going way north (east of Kemijärvi) and hiking the 80km (57 mile) Karhunkierros Trail. If you can say the name of that trail, you deserve a trip to Finland. It means the "Bear Trail."
It starts at a place called Hautajärvi, which means "Grave Lake."
With such cheerful names I wondered if it was smart hiking this trail alone.
The rangers say it takes 4-6 days to hike it. However, I figured I would pack light and walk it in less time. Little did I know that a remote outhouse nearly stopped me cold.
I started my hike at 5:30PM and planned to hike all night. After all, the sun doesn't set when you're above the Arctic Circle on the Summer Solstice. So it really doesn't matter when you hike.
At 11PM I ate some food in a deserted cabin and then went to use the outhouse. Outhouses have locks on the outside to prevent rodents and other creatures who love feces from getting in.
Somehow the outside latch closed, locking me in this smelly outhouse with just a thin rain jacket on. The temperatures at night would be around 5 degrees Celsius, or 40 degrees F. Nobody was around.
"This stinks," I thought.
I tried all sorts of non-violent ways of getting out, but then I thought, "Wait. I am an American. Therefore, I must love violence and be a brute. Hell, I even voted for Arnold as my governor. What would he do?"
I decided that the old fashioned, just-bang-the-door-down method was best.
After 20+ kicks (and nearly falling into the toilet), I managed to break out.
The good news it that I didn't break the lock. The vibrations just made it unlatch. I breathed a sigh of relief (and some fresh air), and hiked the rest of the night.
I stopped at a cabin in Jussinkämppä at 6:30AM. After 13 hours of hiking I had covered 45 km or over 30 miles.
I woke up four hours later. I walked the last 35 km, finished by midnight, and stayed at an adorable one person cabin at the pinnacle of a mountain with 360 degree views. What a great ending!
What was my secret for covering 80km in 30 hours?
Endless sun and some fine friends pushing me along: a horde of mosquitoes.
Only seeing the occasional reindeer would make me stop. And seeing Santa Claus too.
I hitchhiked back to Kuusamo with a 36 year old Turkish man who had been living in Lapland for 17 years after marrying (and divorcing) a Finnish wife he originally met on a French beach.
Interestingly, this former body builder was completely pro-Bush and the war in Iraq. Maybe that's why he hasn't gone back to Turkey for a while.
I arrived in the west coast port city of Oulu. This quaint seaside town was fun to walk around. This French asshole was harassing this lovely Finnish girl named Outi, so I boldly intervened. OK, I really didn't know any of this was going on, but Outi did and kindly invited me to join her and some friends for some drinks by the wharf. Before bidding farewell, I learned a bit about the Finns.
They were voted, "The Country Least Likely to Start World War III" for good reason. They are a peaceful people. Almost... too peaceful.
First came the Swedes who conquered them and ruled them for a while.
Yes, it's a legacy from the imperialist Swedes. Many signs are written in Swedish and Finnish.
So do the Swedes speak Finnish? Of course not. After all, Swedish is far more widely spoken than Finnish, right? It is almost as popular as Norwegian.
But the pacifist Finns just take it. They let themselves be forced to learn the useless Swedish language instead of telling the Swedes the same thing the French told the Germans: "Listen, you assholes, if you want to talk to me, you talk to me in English!"
Speaking of Germans....
The Finns are quick to point out that they didn't have a choice.
"We were only following orders....!!"
Seriously, the big Russian bear invaded their country. The USA wasn't helping defend them because we were still neutral. So Hitler looked like the only guy around who could take a good swipe at Stalin.
Like Israel, the Finns took back their territory and then some. But unlike Israel (who didn't side with the Nazis, by the way), the Finns got pushed back by the end of the war.
The Nuremberg Trials taught the Finns not to side with the Third Reich: they were forced to cede more of their territory to the Russians as punishment. This bummed them out, which lead to another problem....
Like most northern countries, these guys drink like fish. They say it's because there is nothing to do during the dark, cold winter months. Good point.
They are so calm it's creepy. The Germans are almost as stoic, but at least they get mad every once in a while and start a world war.
Even the Finns admit that they are horribly shy (unless they drunk). However, I found 99% of Finns to be very friendly and helpful once you start talking with them. They are good people, and we could all learn something from them, especially on how to kill yourself.
Well, they don't.
The non-confrontational Finns do not vehemently deny this often cited statistic. It is wrong.
However, Finland does make the top 10. They have 9 former Soviet satellites beating them out for the top prize of blowing your head off.
My guess is that pre-1989, those suicide stats were not available from the Soviet Union, because they were trying to give us the impression that Communism produced happy people.
So Finland got stuck with the suicide label.
So I will stop.
I returned to Helsinki and visited a Medieval town (Porvoo), the former capital of Finland (Turku), and the southern most point of Finland (Hanko).
Finland was a great, wonderful country, filled with honest, helpful, and good-hearted people. I truly enjoyed myself.
Then again, most Finns told me that if I came in the winter time I might have a different impression....
Next stop: Estonia!
Tomorrow I take a hydrofoil across the Gulf of Finland. The boat trip takes a couple of hours and puts me into Tallinn, the picturesque capital of Estonia. My trip to Eastern Europe will finally begin....
June 29, 2004
I think I know the only Hawaiian in history who has a summer home in Hungary.
Hell, just the concept of a Hawaiian having a summer home is a bit odd.
The fact that it's on the other side of the planet makes it especially wacky.
played volleyball with Steve Rodgers, a Hawaiian, at Amherst College. He married a Hungarian, Zsuzsa, and now they have 3 adorable kids. We hung out for 3 days and I had a chance to meet another Hungarian couple.
I mentioned to Steve and Zsuzsa that I was going to Romania in a month. And Steve's wife said, "Yeah, they used to be part of Hungary."
Kaman, one of Steve's friends, said that the Bosnians don't like the Hungarians partly because the Hungarians used to rule them. Indeed Hungary is a third of a the size it used to be and it seems they think about that fact often.
But Hungarians aren't the only ones who look back at their former empire. So often in Europe I hear people say things like, "That region used to be part of our country."
Perhaps Estonia is the only country has always been tiny. OK, sometimes it didn't even exist.
That partly explains why Europeans have been fighting each other for centuries. After all, if you go back far enough, nearly every country in Europe was bigger than it is today. It just takes some guy who really resents this and rallies other like minded people to join him. And then, presto! Instant world war!
Americans would have similar laments if the Mexicans took California back. Oh wait, that's happening already....
Lonely Planet ranks Budapest as the #1 attraction in Eastern Europe and Prague as #2. Prague should be #1.
Kaman said Hungarians are baffled why Prague gets far more tourist than Budapest. The answer is simple:
The car exhaust in Budapest made my eyes itchy and watery. Meanwhile, Prague has a myriad of quiet and charming streets.
Of course, Budapest is still incredible; otherwise, Lonely Planet wouldn't have ranked it #1. But Prague is best.
When I roaming the northern countries (Finland, Baltics, etc...) I went through this conversation a couple of times:
"You know, Francis, some people won't trust you and will look at you suspiciously."
"Why?" I ask.
"Because you're dark."
"Huh? I'm as white as a toilet bowl!"
"No, look at your skin," they say. "It's dark. And your hair is black."
"I suppose I should be glad that I'm getting so many gray hairs...."
Many people thought I was Turkish. I flashed them my Al-Queda ID card and assured them I was just from Saudi Arabia.
At least I'm not darker. I was so shocked to see one black dude in Belarus that I had to talk to him. He was from Nigeria. He told me that every 2-3 hours a policeman would harass him for documents. One time he interrogated him for 4 hours, trying to squeeze some money out of the poor student. The Nigerian didn't give in and they finally let him go.
Now that I'm south of those northern countries, I blend into the populace. But that doesn't mean discrimination is non-existent. I'm about to enter Serbia, infamous for its ethnic cleansing of the Bosnians, Croatians, and Albanians.
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