I saw this beautiful, sincere, screaming inscription on the wall somewhere between The Globe and the main pieces of tourist flypaper in the Old Town. Now what's not to love here! I lovingly picture a middle-aged man, probably not a native English speaker, but with an attitude, splashing a random wall with his rant about the city he visited. His restaurant bills and overpriced beer was thrown at him, the taxi meter seemed to race faster than the cab's engine, and a galaxy of other torrid tourist experiences landed upon his head. And there he is, pulling out a felt pen and putting it all in a few simple words which pretty much sum up the stories of many a foreign traveler. Though, mister, if you think that a mild touristy fuck-over in a post-Soviet Slavic state equals to being in the hands of mafia, you haven't been in Soviet Union proper. You would beg to pay 5 Euros for a beer-water cocktail served with a trademark Czech sneer once you realize these young men with pipes in their hands are not exactly plumbers on their late hour round through the city outskirts.
Still, this should be definitely put on flyers in hotels. I am also forwarding a link to this image to the ministry of tourism. Hope they heed!
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