A Slate diary about riding a motorcycle through the Czech Republic and Slovakia.

Here's an old Slate piece about Prague and Vaclav Havel, and will make you nostalgic for the days when he was president and saying interesting things rather than the one in there now who says infuriating things.

"Havel is a literary man, however, and ambiguity frightens him not at all. You make your way through his presidential speeches exactly as you would through the streets of Prague, trying to reconcile opposites and, in a mood of metaphysical unease, never quite succeeding. That is Havel's charm, and Prague's."

Steve | 19:52 |