Hot Nights in Ceske Budejovice

Anyone considering a road trip out of Prague should check Sam Beckwith’s tour of Southern Bohemia. I’ve been to a few of the places he writes about and the article brings back some really pleasant memories, especially of my and Jitka’s week-long stay in Zelezna Ruda a couple of summers ago. We were blessed with great weather, a lot of fantastic countryside walks throughout Sumava, and some incredible meals at our pension. Definitely a place I’d go back to.

Regarding Ceske Budejovice, I should add that the place is a blast at night. At least it was when me and my mate Dave went there about five years ago. We had originally planned on staying in Cesky Krumlov, but because we hadn’t made reservations anywhere and every place in the town was booked solid, we decided to go to the birthplace of Budvar (Budweiser) beer.

Ceske Budejovice did not make a good first impression as we walked out of the train station. There was a skanky ol’ hotel across the way with a couple of skanky ol’ Romany ho’s slouched and smoking out front. The walk into the centre was nothing special – I remember a McDonalds along the way, but not much else.

And then we got to the square and were awestruck. You can see why here. Dave was feeling generous so he got us a room right on the square. One of the nicest views from a hotel that I’ve ever had.

We decided to check out CB’s nightlife. We reckoned we’d just end up drinking in some sketchy old pub, but decided to ask the locals where the party was at. We spied a couple of cute girls sitting on a bench by the fountain. In my pidgin Czech I asked them where we could go to have a good time in CB. After a bit of giggling and blushing, the girls first directed us towards the Zeppelin Heaven Club, just across from the fountain.

The Zeppelin Heaven Club was like Chateau on one of its sausage factory nights – in reverse. Babes galore, with a few guys here and there. And, as I recall, it was the ladies who were throwing the looks around. As fun as it sounds, it was actually kind of odd. I had this feeling like I really should get the hell out of there otherwise I’d end up doing something I’d regret in the morning. Besides, the music kinda sucked ass.

We continued on to a bar with a Harley-Davidson motif. It might have actually been called the Harley-Davidson bar. It was alright, but after the Zeppelin Heaven Club, we weren’t really in the mood for a place so macho.

The cuties by the fountain had also told us about a place called Singers, which is where we spent pretty much the rest of the night drinking and being accosted by cute female university freshmen (at least that’s what I’m assuming they were). It was all good clean fun, in spite of all the beer and tequila.

After nursing our hangovers, we decided to spend another night in CB. As it turned out, the day was actually more fun than the evening. The highlight was going to a herna bar to kill some time by dumbly pushing buttons on fruit machines – each of us being assisted by a couple of dressed-to-the-nines babes.

“Can you believe this place?” Dave asked as we walked out of the herna.

“No, I can’t,” I said, “I have got to come here more often.”

Well, that said, I haven’t been back since. It was like when you have one really perfect night at a club or bar, and keep going back, hoping for a repeat, knowing it’ll never happen. In this case my memory of Ceske Budejovice is just fine the way it is.

Nov 8, 07:01 (Filed under: Road tripping, Personal )

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