#tatranky

[slovenska-zloba]

Horalky nebo Tatranky?

skutočná otázka je: prečo proti sebe štvať dve ikony?

#slovensky #ťumbľr #obrození #čumblr #česky #horalky #tatranky

[tatranky-n-chill]

Which tatranky is your favourite tatranky?

Mine gotta be this one

The peanut one!! I have eaten hazelnut wafers before, and we don't have the peanut ones in Croatia so they were something new and refreshing. Also I only eat them when my bf visits me so I don't get to overeat/get used to their taste so they're extra special to me <3

(aka Horalky)

But I am generally weak for wafers and I love them all <3

#czech #čumblr #česky #tatranky #ask

[stealthisnick]

Ho portato 30 confezioni di wafer Tatranky

Pacchetti tipo Loaker ma molto più buoni

#in viaggio #tatranky #offlaga disco pax #Spotify

[productofaritual]

Anyone else remember that time Tommy perfectly pronounced "Tatranky" And then proceeded to butcher saying "Czech Republic"

#sometimes i remember it and im like #wow #someones aware we exist #thats so cool #tommyinnit #mcyt #czech republic

[esynk]

TRICK OR TREAT!!!! do u like my costume ^-^

hiii mikey!! :D i love your costume!! :D

i am giving you three Tatranky because i really like those ^_^

#bug tag

[prof-jadranko]

https://www.tumblr.com/tatranky-n-chill/704638974615027712/fuck-the-tower-of-babel-whoever-was-in-charge-of?source=share

I think you and Lysander would have fun conversations trying to talk to each other in your native languages

I'm conversational with Czech, wouldn't be too hard to some degree, but some words and their different meaning... cura in Croatian mean girl, while in Czech it mean whore. *shakes his head* Learned that difference the hard way, with very hard slap.

#ask

[mr-karlheinzstockhatso]

Un Gatto Legno.

Gromo, Bergamo | 22.10.2021 | 🎶 OFFLAGA DISCO PAX - TATRANKY

#ᶠᵒᵗᵒᵏʰˢʰ ◾ ˢʰᵒᵖ 1 ◾ ˢʰᵒᵖ 2 ◾ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒʳᵗ ᵐᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵗⁱᵖ

#Photographers On Tumblr #Townscape #Cat #Neko #Gatto #wood #window #garden #animals

[thebigcomed0wn]

TRICK OR TREAAAT :D

HI MILY GIVES U TATRANKY

#mutuals :]

[ursusdd]

Kufřík plný tatranek

Seděl jsem ve vlaku v levé řadě v protisměru jízdy. U dveří v pravo seděl mladý muž ve svetru, světle hnědé vlasy na hlavě měl mírně rozčepýřené. K hrudi si přidržoval černý kufřík. “Nepochybně je plný tatranek a jiných sušenek”, napadlo mě, když mi došlo s kým mám tu čest. Nebo jsem si to alespoň myslel. Stegi. Díval jsem se tím směrem. Stegi se s kýmsi, kdo byl mimo mé zorné pole bavil.…

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#Stegi #tatranky #vlak

[cysnews]

ČD Minibar loni rozvezl 237 tisíc porcí kávy, občerstvení nabízí přímo na místech cestujících

ČD Minibar loni rozvezl 237 tisíc porcí kávy, občerstvení nabízí přímo na místech cestujících

Nabídka občerstvení formou ČD Minibaru zůstává velmi populární. Navzdory covidovým omezením loni stevardi připravili cestujícím Českých drah 237 117 porcí kávy v ceně od 15 Kč. Občerstvení je nabízeno přímo na místech cestujících. V nabídce ČD Minibaru jsou teplé a běžné nápoje v cenách od 15 Kč a drobné občerstvení, např. tatranky, croissanty, rozpékané pečivo nebo bagety a saláty. Například…

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[malavelka]

“Chceš kousek?” natáhnu k němu ruku a nabídnu mu kousek tatranky.

“Tak jo,” řekne, natáhne ruku, já kousek odlomim a položim mu na dlaň kousek velkej tak 2x4 cm, asi jako dvě kostičky čokolády nebo víčko od fixky.

“Chceš ještě?” zeptám se, ale fakt doufam, že už ne. 

“Ne, dobrý, dík,” mávne rukou a zavře oči, tak, jak to dělá k vyjádření nesouhlasu, ale někdy i souhlasu.

Dožvýká a podívá se na mě.

“Co je?” 

“Nedáš mi ještě kousek?”

Podívám se na zbytek tatranky, jak se čokoládové lemování rozpouští v mejch rukách, který jsou ledový jako vždycky. A jako pokaždý

natáhnu ruku

kouknu mu do očí

a nahlas pošeptam

“Na.” 

[nula7]

Pátek, den programátorů.

Pátek je den honění. Termínů. Tohle každej programátor ví a potvrdí. Bezvýhradně! Jakože je zeměkoule skoro kulatá a vesmír asi nekonečnej. Obecně a bez urážky se taky ví, že každej programátor je tak trochu z normy. Malinko pošahanej. Po většinou uvězněnej ve svým světě. A taky na první pohled, více či méně, identifikovatelnej. Vono se to věčný vysedávání u kompu, vymejšlení a ladění algoritmů, hold někde projevit musí. Není co závidět. A už vůbec ne ty probděný noci. S editorem.

Jsou programátoři a programátoři. Opravdoví a ti ostatní. Pojídači koláčů. Ovšem do tohohle dělení netřeba se pouštět. To je jen a jen v onom světě nul a jedniček. Co lze ovšem učinit generálně, přiblížit takového to človíčka jeho jazykem? Fragmentem z jejich řeči.

: Text=“Opravdový programátor“ Pupek=“L“ Ramena=““ Roky=0  && ? Kolik let už programuje zere=““  && ? Co žere : : : do case case zere =„žere u toho tatranky“        pupek=“XL“ case zere = „žere hlavně hambáče“        pupek=“XXL“ case zere = „žere na co přijde“        pupek=“XXXL“ otherwise       Text=“Je to asi UFO nebo sportovec.“ Endcase : If  roky < 1 .or. roky =1         Ramena =„jakžtakž“ else         if roky > 1 .and. < 5 then                 Ramena =„mírně svěšená“         else                    if roky =5 .or. roky < 5                        Ramena =„jak ošlapanej rejč“                    Endif         endif endif : : : I z toho, syntakticky všelijakýho kódu, je jasný, naprogramovat lze kde co, ale není to žádnej med. A kde je tedy smysl onoho počínání? Nezbejvá než ho hledat v generově nekorektním moudru jednoho opravdovýho prograramátora: „Pánové, kam se sere nějakej orgasmus na ten pocit když vám ten program začne chodit“. No, ne každý moudro je z těch nej, ale pocit je to super. “Suum cuique.” Pátek, den programátorů.

#Pátek #29.09.2017 #programming #gender #cicero

[biofunmy]

Taking the $57-a-Day Challenge in Prague

In 1991, the last time I set foot in Prague, it was the Czechoslovakian capital, and things were so cheap to a Western college student bearing hard currency that if you ordered an ice cream cone and didn’t like the flavor, you were tempted to throw it away and get another one. Beer by the half-liter cost pennies. The most prominent crowds downtown were not of tourists but political gatherings in Wenceslas Square during the early days of democracy.

Things have changed.

Stare Mesto, the Old Town, is not a frugal paradise. Swarovski crystal shops and restaurants selling overpriced Czech cuisine abound. Tourist crowds line up to pay 120 koruny, about $5.20, for scoops of ice cream plopped into the unholy offspring of a doughnut and a sugar cone known as a trdlnek. (Forget throwing it away, I wasn’t buying it in the first place.)

But the city is still a relative bargain. On a frugal-minded visit to what is now the capital of the Czech Republic, I decided to set my budget at the typical daily wage of a Prague resident, or at least what several online sources told me it was: 1,300 koruny, or about $57 a day.

Walking around Stare Mesto is free, as long as you bring a guidebook and are willing to eavesdrop in brief spurts on other people’s tour guides, as I did to hear about what the skeleton on the famed astronomical clock on the Old Town Hall stands for. (“I’ll give you a hint, it’s not gluttony.”) But most of the time, you’ll want to be out of there. Luckily, moving around Prague couldn’t be easier. A three-day transit pass on the official Litacka app cost me 310 koruny for Prague’s fantastic tram and subway system. With the pass on my phone and thus no need to validate tickets or go through turnstiles, it felt like a punctual, hygienic and omnipresent friend was constantly giving me a ride.

For lodging, my cousin Michael, a journalist based in Prague, suggested the Zizkov neighborhood, a once downtrodden and still not entirely uptrodden neighborhood across the train tracks east of downtown. That’s where I found Hostel Sklep, where I paid 538 koruny a night for a private room furnished in a style I’d call Pre-Ikea Austere. But it was comfortable enough, the shared bathroom clean enough, and the free breakfast met all five of my criteria for a great frugal meal: It was cheap, generously portioned, nongreasy, traditional and tasty, -thanks to fresh bread and a zesty egg spread called vajickova pomazanka that I loved.

But free and cheap will only get you so far in Prague. The city’s rich cultural attractions do not always cater to scrimpers. I found that out Day 1 at the Museum Kampa, a private modern art institution housed in a revamped mill complex on the Vltava River that weaves through the city. What began as a collection of works by exiled or persecuted Czech artists under Communism, now occupies galleries that meander off a staircase that leads up to a lookout above.

I cheaped out on the 270-koruny all-access ticket, and instead paid 100 koruny to see just the permanent collection. That was a mistake: it was totally unclear what was permanent and what was not, and no one spoke enough English to tell me. I wandered into galleries and was frequently ejected; by the time I found someone who I could communicate with (in French), she told me there were only two galleries included in my ticket and I’d already been to both. Apparently, word had spread among staff that a certain bumbling tourist had been too cheap to shell out for the whole museum.

From then on I set my cultural budget at 300 koruny a day, and did much better. Sure, you can enter the Prague Castle complex and wander around for free, even stepping a few feet inside the 14th century Cathedral of Saint Vitus. But my 250-koruny ticket got me inside the castle itself, as well as Golden Lane — tiny cottages nested within the castle’s exterior walls that were originally inhabited by archers and for a short time in the 20th century, by Franz Kafka. It also gave me full run of the Cathedral, to take in the eclectic 19th and 20th century stained glass and (more intriguing to me) a marvelous 17th century oak relief depicting Prague’s Old Town when it was four centuries less old. Another day, I shelled out 290 koruny for the Museum of Communism, which gives a colorful (if a bit snarky) history of a drab time.

Some places were still too expensive, so where I could, I substituted cheap activities for expensive ones, giving up the 15th century Jewish cemetery, (350 koruny, as part of entry to the Jewish Museum in Prague) for the New Jewish Cemetery (where a 20 koruny guide and map makes a walk through the vine-covered graveyard much more interesting). Opened in 1890 and with a striking gap in burials for several decades during and after World War II, the cemetery is best known as Kafka’s burial site. I approached his grave with low expectations, but ended up chatting there with a middle-aged Slovak who recalled for me how in his school days Kafka was underground literature. (The author’s work was banned until 1989.)

A 20-koruny visit to the Blesi Trhy Praha, which translates as Prague Flea Market, and a free stroll through Sapa, Prague’s Vietnamese market, which resembles a cross between a warehouse and a strip mall, kept me largely under budget. I say “largely” because, well, the beer in Prague is really good.

On two of my four nights in town, I did break the cap by not stopping at one (or two) extra-crisp Czech pilsners, an overdraft that I feel most beer-worshipping Prague residents would understand and approve. My cousin Michael certainly did, as he took me out for “a” beer on a Monday night that turned into four or five starting at the Prague Beer Museum with its large (but not cheap) selection of Czech beers and wound to U Sudu, an underground labyrinth of high-arched brick ceilings and packed with beer-drinking students, a few of whom we dragged into 20-crown games of foosball. I commented on how the place was surprisingly full late on a weeknight. “You never know what’s going to happen in Prague,” Michael said. “Sometimes Monday nights are the best nights.”

Another night, one beer turned into three at Vinohradsky Pivovar, a highly regarded brew pub (disclaimer: Michael’s friends are part-owners). I loved the pilsener there so much that for the first time I can remember, I voluntarily drank it even though an IPA was available.

I should note that I also occasionally ate well on the cheap. I kept snack spending to a minimum by packing Tatranky bars, old-fashioned chocolate-covered wafers, that cost me five to 10 koruny at the supermarket. Pulling them out of my pocket turned out to be a neat party trick, evoking double-takes from Czechs surprised to see a foreigner eating a childhood favorite. It was more or less how I would react coming across a group of Chinese tourists in Times Square unwrapping Ding Dongs.

Aside from a couple of bargain Vietnamese meals at the market, I stuck with Czech cuisine throughout. A cafeteria-style restaurant, Havelska Koruna, was amazingly located right in Stare Mesto. There’s a slight markup for the location, and a 39-crown add-on if you can’t resist the fruit dumpling topped in creamy sauce, but it was still a great deal. Czechs were tickled I ate there as well. “That’s where we used to go when we were younger and had a hangover,” said Kristyna Pekarkova a Prague native who I met through Michael. She is 24.

The best bargain meal I had — easily satisfying all five frugal criteria — was the glistening quarter-duck stuffed with potato dumplings at U Bansethu. And the most unexpected was at Dejvicka Nadrazka, a place several Czech friends told me I “had to” go because it was one of the city’s last restaurants housed in a train station.

I invited the Prague-dwelling beer expert (and New York Times contributor) Evan Rail to join me there for lunch. When I arrived, he told me my Czech friends must have been playing a practical joke, for this was the diviest of dive bars, with a food menu limited to two kinds of sausages and a disc of marinated cheese. “My wife said, ‘What are you going to have for lunch, beer and zelene?” he said. (Zelene is a cheap peppermint liqueur.)

Actually, I think my friends had meant for me to go at night, when things are livelier and divier. But I kind of liked the daytime crowd, which included a man with a bushy white mustache reading the paper over a beer and a diminutive older woman wearing a red vest over a furry periwinkle sweater who struggled to hoist herself up onto a high bar chair. And the food actually turned to be pretty good: we ordered one of everything, 50 koruny for a hot sausage, 25 for a pickled one, and the cheese for 45.

Still, I felt I owed Evan a make-up, so we hopped a tram to the Holesovice neighborhood where I treated him to an espresso and dessert at Emil Gaigher cafe, a traditional spot serving goodies like medovy trojhranek, a triangular five-layer slice of cake held together with caramel and cream and topped with ground walnuts for a bargain 17 koruny, and a caramel coated cream puff called a vetrnik karamelovny for 24.

Taking the sausages and sweets together as a whole, the meal was greasy and sugary, but also traditional, cheap, delicious and filling. There’s no need to meet all five frugal requirements at every meal.

Seth Kugel is the former Frugal Traveler columnist and author of “Rediscovering Travel: A Guide for the Globally Curious,” an informal philosophy of travel.

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Day 19: Prague/Tabor

Today was a great day. We were meeting Kristian at 9:00, so we woke up at 8:00, packed up our stuff, and checked out of the hostel. On our way out, we noticed they had Cocoa Puffs for breakfast, and we really wanted some but we were already late, so we didn't have time. Fortunately, reception told us when we checked in that we would be able to grab a ham-and-cheese sandwich as a to-go breakfast in addition to whatever they had in the kitchen, so at least we didn’t go completely breakfast-less.

We took a tram to the main station and met up with Kristian. It’s always so nice to see old friends again. And I’ve been appreciating this feeling more and more as I get older, I suppose because when you’re young, you don’t really have a lot of “old” friends. Anyway, we decided it didn’t make much sense to stay at the flat tonight, since we’re spending the day in Prague anyway, and the rest of the days at Kristian’s family farmhouse in Tabor. But we did need a place to drop off our bags for the day, so Kristian called up his old friend David who lives in Prague, and we took the metro over to his flat to drop off our bags. David has an adorable little bunny named Dusty!

Let me preface the rest of this post by saying that Prague is by FAR the most touristy European city we’ve visited so far. We were not expecting it at all. We saw tourists from all over the world, every single point of interest was super crowded, and there were souvenir shops on every block. So as you read this post, just keep in mind that it was super crowded almost everywhere we went.

First stop was a garden labyrinth! Inside were peacocks (including an albino one), statues, fountains, and lots of ponds with fish swimming around in them. Kristian gave me one koruna to make a wish in a wishing well. There was also an aviary with owls in it, and a raised area with columns and a ceiling mural that was really cool to see.

Next stop was Prague Castle! We had to climb a couple of hills and a long set of stairs to get to it. There was, of course, a fantastic overlook at the top, and many more inside the castle grounds. The castle was free to go in, after going through security, though you still had to purchase a ticket to go inside any of the buildings once you got inside the castle grounds. And everything was wildly overpriced, of course. Remember the bit about the tourists? So we just strolled through the castle grounds and through the royal garden, admiring all the gothic architecture. In the square there was a fountain with a statue and a well that was so deep we couldn’t see the bottom. There was a cage above the well to keep people from falling in, but it also prevented us from being able to get a good enough angle with our heads to see the bottom.

When the exited the castle, we were just in time to see the changing of the guards, which was pretty awesome to watch. At one point, two rows of guards came marching out the castle gates and down the street. Other guards had to direct the crowd of tourists out of the way to form a path for them. We liked how these guards weren’t forced to be serious all the time. Many of them smiled a lot and actually looked like they were enjoying themselves.

When the changing of the guards was over, we sat down on a bench and shared the food that Kristian brought with him for lunch. There was smaženky, which is slices of bread with a patty on top that had been fried with breadcrumbs. The patty is made out of cheese and eggs, mostly. There is mustard between the patty and the bread, and also on top of the patty. There’s also some small slices of onion stuck to the mustard-covered top of the patty. It was soooo good. Mmm. We also had Ovocní Buchtíčky for dessert, which is a baked good made out of rough flour, brown sugar, Czech cottage cheese (which tastes completely different than American cottage cheese), topped with apricot, blueberries, and cranberries. It was also delicious. We also fed some pigeons and watched them compete in The Great Pigeon Olympics of 2k18.

After lunch, we decided to check out the Jewish quarter. As before, everything cost money to go inside, including the synagogues, the cemetery, and the gift shop, so we didn’t spend long there. We left the Jewish quarter and came to a shady area with a ton of benches where we sat for a while to take a break. Once we were sufficiently rested, we returned to David’s flat to retrieve our bags. On the way to his flat, we stopped at an Albert supermarket in the metro station and bought some traditional Czech foods. We got a box of Kolonáda, which are big, round, crispy wafer type things with a sweet hazelnut cream inside. We also got a Margot, which is a chocolate bar with coconut, rum, and nuts in it. And lastly, we got a Tatranky bar, a wafer with chocolate and hazelnuts. We then got back to David’s and hung out for a while, since the train to Tabor wasn’t leaving for another two hours.

On the way to the station, we saw a dog with Tourette’s or something. It was just walking along calmly on its leash, and then suddenly jumped up and yelped multiple times, freaking out. We think it probably stepped on something sharp, since its owner also looked surprised, but who knows what really happened? At the station, we bought tickets for the two of us for a total of 285 crowns, since Kristian had already purchased a there-and-back ticket this morning. Apriet also stopped at a convenience store inside the station and bought a Prague postcard. We got on a train that reminded us a lot of the Hogwarts Express. It had narrow hallways, compartments with a sliding door and a big window, and seats that faced each other, complete with luggage racks mounted on the wall above the seats. The train ride was just over an hour, and when we got to Tabor, we found out it would be another hour wait for the train to the village. Luckily, Kristian called his uncle Milos who agreed to come pick us up in his car. Milos gave the three of us a ride to the farm, and Kristian gave us a tour of the place. It is so much better than living in a hostel in the city, because it is, after all, a house. It was nice and cool inside, since the air in the countryside is much clearer than the air in the city. It was also much more quiet than living in the city. We settled in and put our clothes in the laundry, since we needed to do it pretty badly by this point.

We spent the rest of the evening hanging out, catching up, and swapping stories from over the years. Kristian and I had some tea, shared a bowl of cherries, and each had a glass of Czech wine that his uncle had dropped off with him. Kristian also made Apriet some toast with butter and a spice called Bylinkové Máslo, which is a mixture of herbs - parsley root, salt, onion, and black pepper. It’s very good on pastas and breads, and it was ridiculously good on that piece of toast. We’re going to have to get it shipped to the US because damn. Too good. We also took turns reading short stories to each other out of a book called The Middle-Aged Man on the Flying Trapeze. I liked them a lot - they were clever little stories. Reading to each other is going to be our evening pastime.

#day19 #prague #tabor

[lafulabloguje]

tatranky

[ufoslav]

Ešte stíham #úchylnéúterky, nech sa páči: David Hasselhoff ochutnáva slovenské dobroty. Chrumky a tatranky inklúdyd. https://t.co/ZvWCw70p0V

— Matej Benko (@ufoslav) June 27, 2017