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The band at Envy Club and Lounge performs a cover of Lady GaGa’s “Paparazzi”

By our second night in Da Lat, we had run out of evening activities.

Atop the Vietnamese highlands, the resort town known as the City of Eternal Spring and “Le Petit Paris” has much to offer for travellers. The cool weather offers a respite from the heat of the coast, and the European influence can be seen in architecture and cuisine alike. It is a fine place to spend time in cafes or take part in outdoor activities, such as kayaking or canyoning.

What Da Lat is not, however, is a bustling night spot. Beloved had decided to call it an early night by 9 pm on Saturday, and I was left at loose ends. Cafes were already starting to close their doors, and even the house band at the Ngoc Lan Hotel had ended their show for the evening.

The only spot to show some promise was the nearby Envy Club and Lounge, which was radiating an indescribable amount of light and sound, like a Vietnamese lighthouse against boredom.

As soon as I stepped inside, I was living like a Vietnamese rock star.

The club was packed with sound and lighting equipment, and filled with chic, comfortable couches and chairs. Da Lat’s movers and shakers sat around the side of the club, consuming endless waves of Heineken, cavorting with their entourages and hobnobbing with members of the band. I’ve seen my share of house bands before, and Envy’s was very good. I counted as many as five singers, and they played a mixture of Vietnamese, English and French songs.

I pulled out a cigar that I’d been saving for a special occasion. The server rushed over, and I resigned myself to what inevitably happened when I tried to smoke a cigar; they would look at me like I had just set fire to an orphanage, and tell me I was not allowed to practice my filthy habit in their establishment. Not this time, though. She rushed over so that she could light my cigar for me.

The prices at Envy are extravagant, but only by Vietnamese standards. (“How dare they charge $3 for a glass of 12 year old whisky!”) They offer bottle service for those who truly want to live like a rock star, and the fabulously rich can buy a bottle of Hennessy Richard for a mere 55,000,000 Dong (approximately USD$2,800). The price is matched by the service, and the staff will be by on a regular basis to top up your beer and add more ice, as needed.

Envy was clearly the place to bring a date you wanted to impress, and the club provided ample fodder for those travellers who indulge in flagrant people-watching. (There is no more fascinating cultural activity to witness than the process of Wooing, of which there was an abundance.)

I had a good time in Da Lat. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery, the temperate climate, the restaurants and the cafe lifestyle. But, for me, Envy was the highlight: a chance to enjoy great music, live the high life, and take the pulse of the new Vietnam.

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Bring sensible shoes to Prague, or risk enjoying this view with the monologue 'Owie ow ow ow ow ow ow OW!' repeating in your head.

Beloved and I are getting married in Prague this fall. Many, many people have asked us, “Why are you getting married in Prague?” Most apparently suspect that one of us is secretly Czech. The truth is actually a bit boring – we love to travel, and would like to share that with our friends and family. Once we crunched the numbers on cost, length of flights, annual rainfall, and price per litre for beer, Prague became the obvious choice.

Many of our guests (family members in particular) are less than familiar with international travel. That is to say that they will freeze like deer in the headlights the first time they see a menu with € on it. To help them make the adjustment, we prepared a short list of tips on how to make the most of a trip to Prague.

We highly recommend that you hire the hotel shuttle for when you land in Prague. In the case of Hotel Josef, the ‘shuttle’ is a large, comfortable, leather-bound Skoda sedan which will whisk you through 40 minutes of heavy traffic in comfort and style. I’m not sure what the Four Seasons uses, but it’s probably a Mercedes or a gilded chariot drawn by unicorns. The shuttle is available for the low price of 30 Euro at Hotel Josef or 3 gold Sovereigns for the Four Seasons. Just kidding about the Four Seasons. Well, probably.

We strongly recommend against renting a car. Parking in Prague is both rare and expensive, and almost everywhere you might want to go is either within easy walking distance or quickly accessible by streetcar. Also, the Prague police have car-towing down to an art form. Seriously, there are hoists and pulleys involved and everything. To obtain tickets for the street cars, talk to your hotel’s front desk. To obtain your rental car after it’s been stolen by the Magical Czech Towing Machine, talk to Petr, our photographer’s assistant. He’s had his car towed so often that the guys at the impound yard know him by name.

Perhaps the most important item you can bring with you to Prague is a pair of sensible shoes. Prague is a beautiful city and everything is very near to everything else. As a result, it’s very easy to walk from one place to the next and the next and so on until you suddenly realize you’ve been walking for three solid days without stopping. You may want to bring a second pair of shoes, and you will definitely want to bring lots of comfortable socks.

For the ladies, wearing heels is probably not the best of ideas. We have only seen one woman wear heels in Prague and she was carried by the doorman into a taxi. Cobble stones hate heels and will destroy them and any nearby ankles, simply out of spite.

Like much of Europe, many of the public restrooms in Prague charge an entrance fee. The cost is usually around 10 Kc (about $0.50), but can be avoided by ducking into one of the many neighborhood cafes that abound in Prague. That said, it doesn’t hurt to keep a bit of extra change in your pocket. Nothing is worse than trying to convince the guy at the mulled wine and sausage cart* to change a 1,000 Kc bill for 10 Kc coins when you really, really need to pee.

Almost everyone in Prague speaks English, though we do recommend that you start off with saying Good Day in Czech (Dobry den, or “DOH-brie DEN”, or the less-formal and more-piratical ”AHOY!”) and it never hurts to use Please (Prosim or “PRO-seem”) and Thank You (Děkuji or “Deck-oo-yee”). Of course, many of you will also want to know how to order a nice cold glass of pivo (“PEE-VO” or beer). Lastly, if you ever you find yourself stuck, then try your magic word – English? (“Anglicky?” or “ANG-lich-key?”)

Also, there are some good websites out there with valuable Czech language resources.

The most cost effective way to obtain Czech currency is from an ATM. I know, it sounds like there must be some sort of catch, but it really is that easy. The bank machine isn’t going to spit out Monopoly money or mace you or anything like that. Most of the ‘exchange booths’ you see on the street will charge 9 or 10% commission. An ATM will charge perhaps 2 or 3% off the exchange rate, which is better than what you’d get from a bank teller (assuming they will even accept filthy Canadian lucre).

Just look for any ATM with the ‘Plus’ logo. Sometimes, even these ATM machines will yell at you in electronic Czech and refuse to give you money, but persistence pays off and another ATM will almost certainly help you in your valiant efforts to prop up the European economy. Your other option would be to use US dollars or Euros, but then you have to suffer the death of 1,000 currency conversions. Those converting directly from US dollars should do so at a bank, not a money changing booth.

You may wish to have some pocket money when you first arrive, and there is a currency exchange booth in the airport which charges a reasonable commission. Still, we’d recommend you keep it to $50 or less so that you can spend your money on fun things like croissants, crystal and heavily discounted coats. Or on beer, beer and beer.

There are student discounts available for many of the popular museums, shows and sites. We recommend that you bring a student card, if you have one - even if it did expire 20 years ago.

When eating in Czech restaurants, you should expect to pay for everything that you would normally receive for free in North America, such as the bread plate or any water that does not clearly come from a tap. You may also be charged a small seating fee. If you are being served something that you don’t want to pay for later, then just wave it off.

Try to avoid restaurants that advertise that they have English menus, particularly if they do so in neon lights. Almost every restaurant in Prague has English menus, and so those that feel the need to point this out are likely tourist traps. Restaurants on Wenscelas Square or the Old Town Square are typically over priced, but you don’t need to go far down the side streets to find a nice, reasonable restaurant.

Many restaurants post their menus (and prices) at the door and the price of a pint of beer or coffee is a good measure of reasonability. Coffee or beer should be around 30 Kc, or about $1.50. Yes, a pint of beer in Prague does indeed cost as little as a cup of coffee. Most restaurants in the Czech Republic still allow smoking, but may have a non-smoking section or a patio where you can find a bit of fresh air. Tipping is not expected, but is appreciated. 10% is considered generous.

If you can, try to pay for the bill with cash rather than credit. The transaction charge on credit card bills can be 5 to 10% in the Czech Republic, so proprietors typically prefer cash. We are not liable if they give you ever-so-friendly bear hugs or shots of Beherovka** to show their gratitude.

* Yes, mulled wine and sausage carts really exist. And they’re awesome.

** Fun Fact: Did you know that Beherovka is Czech for “the thin layer of diesel floating in the puddle behind the restaurant”?

Do you have tips to share from your trip to Prague, or elsewhere in Eastern Europe? Share them in the Comments section…

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If you ever go on holiday at an off-season ski resort in Southwestern America, be sure to take lots of pretty photos like this one so that people don't think you've joined a robe-wearing, alien-worshipping, poisoned-Kool-Aid-drinking cult.

One September, Beloved and I decided to take a holiday with some good friends of ours. We kept this holiday and our destination a closely-guarded secret from everyone else. This was because we were visiting an off-season ski resort in Utah called ‘Snowbird’. We had made the worst kind of holiday choice – the kind which needs to be explained to others.

Let’s face it. Taking a week-long holiday at an off-season ski resort in Utah is like keeping a raccoon as a pet. There may be sane reasons as to why someone would do this, but everyone will still ask why you didn’t just get a cat instead.

There was a simple, one-word explanation: Timeshare.

(For the holiday, that is; not the racoon.)

We all know that timeshares do strange things to people. One day you’re just a normal traveller, falling asleep on new and exotic couches and knocking back drinks with outlandish names like ‘Sex on the Beach’ and ‘Pepto-Bismol’. Then, next thing you know, you’ve been locked inside a ‘Welcome Session’ with a salesman named Chet, who wears a gold watch which weighs three pounds and shows twice the normal amount of teeth when he smiles, which is all the time.

You might try to resist, but it’s only a matter of time before you start truly believing that ‘partial ownership’ will save you boatloads of money and make travelling so much simpler and turn your excess belly fat into fist-sized diamonds while you sleep. Before you know it, you’ve bought three weeks at a golf resort in Iowa, which you will have to visit each and every year for the rest of your life (perhaps longer, depending on the contract).

Friends understood why I was going to an off-season ski resort in Utah once I explained that it was a timeshare. I could have been going anywhere, once I explained that it was a timeshare.

Friend: “Where are you going on holiday this year?”

Me: “I’m staying at a condemned orphanage in Romania.”

Friend: (Blank stare)

Me: “It’s a timeshare.”

Friend: “Ahhh…”

The word ‘timeshare’ means that you are already committed to a low-cost holiday which you would be foolish to pass up. It’s like airline food. No one would go out and purchase airline food of their own accord, but you would look rather foolish if you did not eat it when it’s free and the only available option.

But does that mean that all timeshares are necessarily bad deals? What about the resorts that have large affiliate networks where you can trade your weeks about for new and exciting destinations? Surely someone will want to trade their week in the Maldives for your timeshare in Detroit? And I think I might have just answered my own question.

This was how we ended up at an off-season ski resort in the first place. Mother-of-Beloved had a week at a timeshare in Orlando which was just about to lapse and Beloved and I, both inherently cheap travel vultures, tried to see what was available on the affiliate network. The timeshare in Orlando is quite nice, so in theory we should have been able to find something equally nice in Greece or Italy.

Please stop laughing at us. We were young and naive.

We might have been able to book a janitor’s closet in Europe, if we had been willing to book our holiday eighteen months in advance. We were booking eighteen days in advance. We consider ourselves lucky to have found the place in Utah. We could have well ended up in a condemned Romanian orphanage, or even New Jersey.

But surely there must be some upside to time shares, apart from the value and the security. Why else would they be so popular? At least, this was the faint hope we clung to as the plane touched down in Salt Lake City.

As you may have guessed, I did not have particularly high expectations when we first arrived in Utah. We knew that the scenery would be beautiful, but could not help but imagine the four of us jammed inside a 78 square foot room with lime green shag carpet which smells like the inside of a ski boot, besieged by at least 32 Chets pounding on our windows, each trying to sell us just one more week.

My outlook did not improve when we went to pick up our rental car, which turned out to be a 2006 Dodge Calibre* in Geriatric White. We were warned by the Avis clerk that the car was supposed to make that noise and to please not bring it back for making that noise, as many, many people had before us.

This was our first introduction to a wonderful invention known as the “Continuously Variable Transmission” or CVT, which would faithfully ensure that the Calibre’s four valiant cylinders never exceeded the mighty barrier of 2,000 RPMs, after which it would presumably burst into flames or teleport back to 1973.

While our vacation was falling apart before our eyes, the Avis clerk uttered perhaps the most beautiful phrase in the English language. “Are you here for Oktoberfest?”

By some wonderful coincidence, we had somehow managed to book our holiday during the biggest (perhaps the only) event at Snowbird that season. There would be a concrete toboggan, bungee trampoline, mechanical bull and a never-ending supply of cold, frothy beer. Our grim holiday was starting to look more and more like a coming-of-age teen comedy.

“We are definitely here for Oktoberfest.”

Perhaps there was something to be said for timeshares after all.

Coming Next Week: Dr. Snowbird (Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Timeshare)

*The Calibre would later earn the not-so-affectionate nickname of “Grandpa” for its incredible lack of fortitude while wheezing along Utah’s steep mountain roads. Grandpa does not feature prominently in the rest of this story, but I will say that I’m glad that no one heard the things we said to Grandpa during the trip or else we would have probably been arrested for elder abuse.

Have you found yourself stuck with a timeshare which has more burden than benefit? Have you ever had to enduring a high-pressure sales pitch? Have you found the silver-lining to the timeshare thundercloud? If so, I look forward to hearing from you in the Comments section.

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