Roundabouts and a few other Worthington Related Things

I haven't taken the time yet to write about transportation very much, but a trip to the Carp Capital of the World, Třeboň, to go biking last week got me thinking about another world capital I used to visit a lot - Worthington, Minnesota, the Turkey Capital of the World (though this designation is disputed by Cuero, Texas).  

Roundabouts
They started building roundabouts about 10 years ago in this area.  There are now quite a few throughout the country.  All four of the big roads leaving town have roundabouts at the edge of the city.  As best I can tell, with new construction, they put in roundabouts.

The design is similar to what we do in the US (no doubt they copied England also).  There is a splitter island, yield on entry, circular road, truck apron (on single lane roundabouts anyway), center island.  The truck aprons have typically been cobblestone.

Their roundabout signing is pretty simple and consistent through the ones I have seen.  Here is the approach to a small roundabout in Česke Budejovice -

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This is the first sign at approaches to roundabouts.  I like this sign.  It tells you there is a roundabout and which exit to take to reach your destination.  Note the Tesco and Baumax exits go into parking lots.

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This photo shows the ped Xing sign and the, farther along, the circular roundabout sign set below the yield sign.  Then, in the circle itself, chevrons.  That's it.  The small roundabouts do not have destination signs at each exit, I didn't notice if big ones do.

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If you were wondering from the previous photo what the car was doing in the center island - it's an add.  There are lots of adds in public right of way including hanging from bridges.

On Hwy. E49 on the east edge of Ceske Budejovice there is a big multi-lane roundabout.

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To the northeast runs a four-lane divided highway.  Plans are to extend the four-lane into town on the unfinished southwest leg.  This baby has two lanes all the way through with a third between each entrance-exit pair.  The diameter of the inscribed circle is 475 feet.  There is another big one on the four-lane headed north from town that has a diameter of 350 feet - so it is not a fluke.  So we drove through it very comfortably in a mini-van at 50 km/h (30 mph).  The fellow driving said he sometimes takes it at 80+ km/h (over 50 mph).

This concept has been frowned upon in the US.  Sure, the maximum safety benefits are gained when you slow traffic to below 20 mph.  That way, there is rarely a crash and, if there is, no one usually gets hurt.  My opinion, though, is that there are those locations (most notably on four lane highways at entrances to cities) where some form of traffic control is needed.  Signals are too dangerous.  Interchanges are too expensive or take too much space.  Small roundabouts inhibit mobility too much.  A big roundabout may be a good solution.  My friend said that this one is not noted as having lots of crashes.  When I can speak enough Czech I'll see what they have for crash data.

So, how does this all relate to Worthington.  Well, at the entrance to Třeboň, there is a roundabout and this is what is inside it...

Note the carp and the five-petaled rose which is the symbol of the Rožmberk's - the powerful family that ruled the area for several hundred years and had the fish ponds dug.

I ask you, if the Carp Capital of the World can have carp, why not have a turkey in the forthcoming Oxford Street roundabout in the Turkey Capital of the World.  Imagine the shocked and awed expressions of the Cueroites when they bring Ruby Begonia up for the race with Paycheck in the Great Gobbler Gallop.  I expect there would be no more discussion of to whom belongs the title - Turkey Capital of the World.

By the way, in the Třeboň area there is this  km long ditch from one point on the river Lužnice to another point downstream.  The ditch, known as the Golden Canal, provides water to a bunch of carp production ponds.  The guy that designed it is even featured on a statue.  Frankly, it ain't much to look at.  Anyway, for all the trouble the off-take ditch in Worthington was/is, I propose that it be dubbed the Golden Off-take Ditch. 

Finally, after a nice bike ride (we got lost - those are the best) we returned to Česke Budejovice.  We traveled on the narrow two lane roads with no shoulders, two foot deep V-ditches with 2:1 (yes steeper than 1:1) slopes, and trees on the back slope.  We came to the four lane highway with narrow median utilizing a sort of plate beam center guardrail.  We went through the big roundabout.  We drove on a four-lane city street.  And we came to the biggest bottleneck in town - a railroad underpass.  This again reminded me of Worthington.  It is a bit more problematic than the Union Pacific one track line over Hwy. 60 though.  Here the road goes under the tracks right by the train station - there are five tracks on the bridge and dozens of trains a day.

Peter

Czech Food

Fifteen years ago, when I first put a Czech fork to my lips, I gained 15 pounds in the one month we were here - the combination of my love of Czech food and Czech grannies' love of cooking.  Well, we are not staying with any grannies this time around so we are not consuming 2000 calories meals on a daily basis, but we have eaten almost all of the classic Czech dishes.  Here is a summary...

Pork (vepřove), cabbage (zeli), dumplings (knedliky)
This is the Czech national dish.  The pork is roasted.  The cabbage (white or red) is cooked with bacon grease and vinegar (like you would get rot kohl at a German restaurant).  The dumplings are shaped as logs that get sliced up.  Kristine always packs a little of all three unto each forkful. We have not had this dish yet on this trip.  The young families we hang with don't eat such heavy food so much.  Also, we have only eaten out a very few times and the places did not have this (which shocked us).  I make the cabbage, but have only heated up pre-made dumplings (which are not bad).  We have had those as sides with other things, I have yet to try making pork roast here. 

Svičkova
This is Kristine's favorite dish.  It is a beef roast that first marinates in vinegar (similar to German sauerbraten) and vegetables.  The vegetables and roasting juices get made into a sauce with heavy cream.  It is eaten with knedliky.  The kids have had this already, but not Kristine nor me - until today.  I am making it with homemade dumplings.  Unfortunately for my pride, our friend Jana made svičkova today and brought some over at lunch time.  So, Kristine will go from hers to mine just five hours apart. 

Rižek
Known as milanesa in Argentina and wienerschnitzel in Austria this is meat dipped in breadcrumbs and fried.  I always make mine with chicken.  It's quick and tasty.  It also travels well (they sell milanesa - made with beef - sandwiches at bus stations in Argentina).



Duck
Expensive in the US this bird is very reasonably priced here.  And you can't go wrong roasting something with that much fat.  I'll have to try to convince Kristine's dad to keep a bunch of ducks so we can roast one now and again.

Rabbit
Had it before, but not yet on this trip.  It's in the meat section of most stores.  Some people still have the hutch out back where they raise them for food.  In fact, a fellow at the farmers' market sells young rabbits.  I almost bought one as a pet for Silas.

Carp
This noble fish is farmed in big ponds all over the place.  The kids have had it in school, but I have not yet (here).  The tradition is to eat carp and potato salad on Christmas.  I'll let you know how it turns out.
 
Klobasa
This is the generic term for sausage.  This is common fair, especially at any festivals.  Lots of varieties.  Good, as long as it is not cold.

Mushrooms
We talked about this one before.  Best fried up in butter and mixed with cream for a sauce over knedliky.  It looks like the season is over as I did not see the mushroom man at the farmers market.

Fruit dumplings
Imagine a steaming pile of boiled dumplings with juicy seasonal fruit (strawberry, blueberry, apriocot or plum) inside, topped with powdered sugar, ground up poppy seeds, hard grated cottage-flavored cheese, and drizzled in melted butter.  The best part - this is not dessert - it's dinner.  We make these successfully back at home with strawberries or blueberries in a yeast dough.  Last week we finally made our own plum dumplings in a potato dough.  We got some tips from friends on how to improve them, so, next fall, you are all invited for plum dumplings at our place.

Fresh Veggies
While Czech men do not normally eat vegetables willingly, it is common to slice up red peppers (inexpensive here) or cucumber or other seasonal veggies to take along on trips to the country and snack on them. 

Beer
We've talked about this before also, but a post on food would be incomplete without it.  We have developed a taste for the Bernards Non-alcoholic Plum Beer.  Most men here say it tastes like juice and not beer, but we like it.  It is also seasonal and we will not be able to get anymore in a month or so.

Bread
One of the delightful aspects of life here is fresh bread.  We get it fresh most days.  Nice, brown crusty loaves that would be labeled "artisan" in the US.  Or little rolls in white or whole wheat.  Many mornings I eat just bread and butter for breakfast.

Well, the svičkova got cooked.  It was okay.  The beef got a little dry.  The sauce could have used a little more lemon.  The dumplings were ugly as sin and a little slimy, but they had a fine flavor.  I'll keep working on it and hopefully get it figured out before we leave.

Peter 

Me got bout for something

I forgot to mention my favorite Silasism of them all...

"got bout for..." = forgot about

I chuckle every time he says that.

If you have not seen the other Silas phrases and video, be sure to check out yesterday's post. Here's a photo from a trip Silas and I took to Rudolfov today. We got off the bus, bought bread, found out the mining museum is closed, ate our bread on a bench, froze, and caught the next bus back.

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Silas

From Silas

Our little Silas (aka Chico or Silašku) turned three on Sunday.  Since folks back home are not getting to see him at this most entertaining of all ages, here are a few Silas stories to fill the gap.

Remember how Silas would immediately engage other kids in play, especially wrestling older boys in the halls at church?  Well, language is no barrier.  He wrestles the kids at church and those that come here for English lessons.  In Tabor he would attack anyone carrying a wooden sword like his (some engaged him and some quickly made an escape).   He's pretty good about following the prime directive - never attack an unarmed person.

Silas has learned several Czech words (e.g. mič = ball, houby = mushrooms, dobry večer = good evening, dobro noc = good night).  I am not sure if he understands that most people do not speak English as he just keeps on talking to them telling him about his day.  Even those that speak English very well are unable to understand him with his toddler grammar and energetic use of accenting words.

When we first got here Lucy taught him to sing, "I'm a barbie grill, in a barbie world.  So fantastic, me made from plastic.  You can brush mine hair, dress me anywhere.  Come on barbie, let's go barbie. Ah ah ah ah ah." 

Other phrases...
"Ooh dat gross" though he uses this even when things aren't necessarily gross
"tummy cake" tummy ache
"mine cute bum" or "mine butts" when referring to his posterior
"why mom?" he says this ALL THE TIME
"mnam mnam puppy" this comes from a commercial for Bobik yogurt treat with a catchy video
"our guy" referring to the individual or team for whom we are cheering at the moment
"not {insert verb here}" e.g. "not me gonna do it" or "not eat mine chocolate"

Silas has a good imagination and maintains several characters that occupy our home.  He is often Robin Hood and me Little John (even when we are fighting each other).  Also, Swiper the Fox (from Dora the Explorer) is a frequent antagonist, but occasional friend.  He also like to take on the role of Fireman Sam and puts out fires everywhere.

Silas likes to fight with Lucy (or is the other way around).  He climbs on Caleb (who gets irritated when it is during World of Warcraft time).  He climbs on Kristine (who gets irritated when it is yoga time).  He likes to feed us our treats and save us from eating "bad parts" by consuming them himself.  Below is a video of him helping make strawberry dumplings...

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Finally, his birthday.  There is a bakery shop on the main square that has a display cabinet out on the sidewalk.  Over a month ago he saw a cake and declared he wanted it for his birthday.  We agreed.  So every time we went by he wanted to see his birthday cake.  Last week we ordered it.  And, at long last, we had some friends over Monday night to help him enjoy it...

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He drains our energy and keeps us young. We're glad to have him.

Another Weather Imposed Quiet Weekend

Another quiet weekend.  We had planned to stay at a little cabin in the Šumava with our friend Madla, but, due to heavy snow, the train could not go through to the nearest little town.  We would have had to carry all our gear and Silas several kilometers through a foot of snow. So, we stayed home to enjoy our sixth straight day of gray skies and rain.

At the farmers market yesterday one vendor was selling gigantic yellow mums.  I bought as many as I could carry because they look like the sun.

The older kids and I went to a climbing gym with Aleš and his kids.  That was great fun.  Lucy forced herself to be brave and climbed all the way to the ~25 foot high ceiling.  Caleb climbed all over.  The biggest excitement for me was falling.  Caleb was belaying me and when I suddenly fell trying to execute a move, he was yanked off his feet and slammed into the wall before his weight and friction stopped me.  People came running around corners to see so it must have been a pretty big crash when he hit.  Then, adding insult to injury, when we stopped for ice cream afterwards, our inability to communicate effectively ended up with him getting a single scoop of ice cream while everyone else had two scoops.  Poor kid.

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Today, we saw the sun and I was about to report that there was no rain, but the clouds just broke.  They are saying this is the coldest October in 30 years - we must have brought a little Minnesota with us.

Along with the change in weather came another change in my feelings.  Our first two weeks were all about asking why we did this and frankly missing the routine and rigors of my job.  Then I got a bike, got in shape, and felt like I was in paradise, prompting me to brainstorm on how to extend my joblessness perpetually.  Now, cold, wet, and unable to run due to a pulled muscle, I have returned to reality.  Though I'll bet that a nice Grandma Summer (their term for Indian Summer) will have me once again with my head in the proverbial clouds. 

Finally, if you are wondering about Silas' birthday, yep, it's today.  But, because we were going to be gone, we planned to celebrate on Monday.  We ordered a special cake for him that won't be ready until tomorrow, so we'll hold the course there and we'll have a special Silas Edition tomorrow.

Brrrrrr

Just as I was reveling in NOT being in Minnesota for the early autumn snow, it turned chilly here too.  As a matter of fact, it turned cold at 2:51 p.m. Monday afternoon - about 21 minutes into a two hour biking quest for plums to make dumplings.  The chill has continued accompanied by rain on Monday, sleet on Tuesday, and snow on Wednesday.  Here are a couple of little stories of the cold.

Undaunted by our lack of success Saturday, Caleb and I went south to where there were confirmed sightings of plum trees along the roads.  The plum dumpling made with a potato dough is a classic late summer peasant food.  During the trip we were hit by high winds and waves of light rain.  But when we finally made it the 14 km (8.6 miles) to Opalice, we found that the only remaining plums were high in the trees  Just then, it started pouring.  Hands stiff from the cold, muscles chilled, we limped home with a single plum.

Tuesday, Lucy and I were walking about running some errands when we got caught in a sleet downpour.  We were lucky.  We would have been soaked had it been rain, as it is we just got very wet.  We ended the trip by purchasing the last nice looking fresh strawberries we could find and had strawberry dumplings instead of plum.

Wednesday, Kristine and I were both truly penitent that we had gloated about avoiding the Minnesota weather as the temperature hovered around 0 degrees Celsius (32 F) and snow was falling.

We're gearing up now for a trip to the Šumava - a low mountain (big hill) range along the border with Germany and Austria - this weekend.  We will be staying at a cottage with our old friend Madla, her mom Maruška, sister Lucinka, and two nephews.  It will be cold.

Peter

Quiet Weekend

We had a quiet weekend for the first time this week.  A good soaking Saturday morning led us to alter our plans.  We had intended to go to what may arguably be the most beautiful city in the Czech Republic, Česky Krumlov.  However, since Silas is outlawed from going on any castle tours, he and a keeper would have to spend the whole time outside.  Since everything was wet and there was a chance of more rain, we decided to stay local.

Our fun started Friday night when Lucy went to a Primary ice cream party and spent the night with a family from church.  They watched an American movie in Czech with English subtitles. It was Alvin and the Chipmunks.  Meanwhile, back at home, the rest of us watched a Czech movie in Czech with Czech subtitles and Kristine giving a running commentary.  We were quite a sight - Kristine, Silas, Peter all snuggled up on the couch watching delightedly and Caleb on the far end of the couch, his head propped up by his hand with a look of utter boredom.


Anyway, on Saturday we took the #19 bus to the end of the line, walked past a most creeping looking old apartment building (there were no flowers in any window boxes or plants on any decks), and entered the woods.  Our goal was a complex of small lakes that had been excavated from marshland starting in the 15th century for carp production. The shallow lakes, some of which had numerous small islands, are host to an amazing quantity of waterfowl.  The dikes between the lakes are lined with old oak trees, forming a canopy.

Small aside...These are the sorts of roads that really appeal to me.  When I was little we had a print hanging in our living room that showed a country road with trees lining it.  I used to sit and imagine where it led.  Now, when I am on roads like this, I find myself in a most remarkable spot where I am simultaneously reminiscing, enjoying the present scene, and imaging future possibilities.  These roads are magic for me.

We had a small lunch (I left the chocolate bar at home so I was fired from packing the food again) and headed back.  Silas fell asleep on the stroll and napped on the bus ride back home.

Because Silas had an early, short nap he was ready to go do stuff in the afternoon so Caleb, Silas, and I went on a little bike ride.  The plan was to go a little west of town and hope to find some plum trees along the side of the road so we could make plum dumplings.  Three and half hours later we returned.  No plums, but we had a small bag of pears (there are fruit trees planted along the side of the road that you can just pick from) and had seen a lot of the countryside, including the town of Lipi three times.  At one point, biking on a narrow lane, through trees, along a fishpond, I asked Caleb if he could understand why I would like to never have a job again and just stay here.  He said, "Yeah, I understand.  I hope you understand why I want to go back and be with my friends!"

We finished the evening with another movie and a pear crumble. 

Today for church we watched the videos of the semiannual General Conference that took place last week and then had the missionaries over for Mexican food.

All in all it was a weekend much like we would have had in Minnesota, but no sign of snow here.

Peter