About Ana Chaves - Let's Go Staff Writer

Ana Chaves was once told that she always looks like she just woke up from a nap. She denied this at the time, but as she writes this in the third person, she is indeed considering taking a nap. Entering her third year at Harvard, Ana studies economics, and will be trekking through Prague and Poland this summer. She does not know any Czech or Polish, but she does know Spanish, dirty words in Korean, and some French. Enough to understand “Voulez-vous couchez avec moi.” Probs fine.
4 01, 2016
  • Prague Letnapark

Czech It Out: Holešovická Tržnice

In its youth, Holešovická Tržnice served as a site for cattle slaughter – then it got married, had kids, bought mom jeans and now, lives a tamer life as a market for cheap goods, fresh produce and second-hand clothes. A little bit of everything, this marketplace probably looks something like your grandma’s attic, plus bushels of fruit and vegetables. For farmer’s market lovers, Holešovická Tržnice’s Hall 22 boasts a respectable range of [...]

4 08, 2015
  • Skull in Sedlec Ossuary

A Farewell to Arms

All these bones, baby, and you still haven’t noticed mine. For if you’re ever in need of a pick-up line at the Sedlec Ossuary. The Bone Church, Kutná Hora’s claim to fame isn’t even actually in Kutná Hora, but that’s the biggest town nearby. About an hour from Prague, Kutná Hora thrives on tourism, which is no surprise considering the main attraction. Decked out in over 40,000 skeletons, the Bone Church is [...]

3 08, 2015
  • Warsaw Central Station

A Tail of One City

Half-human, half-fish - but the most mythical part of Warsaw’s symbol is how the hell she keeps those boobs that perky. Wicked, step aside; the Varsovian Mermaid already knows how to defy gravity. Not one for the patriarchy, those sand dollars breathe freely, and there’s nothing little about this mermaid. #freethenippleImage found on Famous Hostels' entry on Oki Doki Hostel. Starbucks conspiracy? Shockingly, no. Nothing fishy here, though our fair [...]

26 07, 2015
  • Royal Castle in Old Town, Warsaw

And to Think That I Saw It on Novy Swiat Street

Spotted in Warsaw. • A dad running with his curly-haired toddler on his shoulders in front of the Presidential Palace The Presidential Palace is the official seat of the President of Poland, where Poland’s first political party operated, where Chopin once performed, and where the Warsaw Pact was signed. A serious, political structure that decides much of the governance of the country - and this dude’s sprinting with his kid, laughing wholeheartedly. I’m [...]

21 07, 2015
  • Krakow Wawel Hill and Cathedral

The Little Sprints

Exterior of Lookarna art gallery on Jozefa St. I downloaded a pedometer app, and it says I am “highly active.” No one has ever said that about me. I didn’t even bring exercise shoes on this trip. But I’m pretty sure this means great things for me. Follow my tips and workout regime, and you too can receive validation from a random iPhone app!!! Comes with the perk of being able to [...]

13 07, 2015
  • Feet of the baby sculptures by Czech artist David Cerny, found next to the Museum Kampa.

A Brave New (Hostel)World

Kraków, day one. I have heard so many butchered pronunciations of this city name that I tend to go as middle-of-the-road on it as my middle school hair part, and mumble Crack-Ohh(f) in a travesty of an accent. My pronunciations aren’t too popular with the locals. The middle part didn’t fare too well either. If you haven’t figured it out quite yet, let me save some time. Curly hair should not be [...]

4 07, 2015
  • praguearts

American Broads

4th of July - the anniversary of our emancipation from British governance, the start of something new (High School Musical? No?), the birth of America - or specifically, of white America. I couldn’t find a bald eagle to make out with or a minority group to exploit, but I did my best to dress the part. High-waisted shorts because men apparently hate them, but my shorts are riding up, and my ass reports [...]

28 06, 2015
  • stare mesto

Hostel Hoes: Great Fornications

Staying in hostels is like Russian roulette except you have a mildly lower chance of getting shot. The third in a series, Hostel Hoes, detailing shit I have seen. In some cases, quite literally, shit. It is 7:30 am. The moon is out, and I don’t mean the astral body. Pale, white, round - yes - but also mildly hairy. Could use some squats. He drops something. The moon splits open, and I learn [...]

23 06, 2015
  • praha1

Hostel Hoes: Where the Vile Things Are

Staying in hostels is like Russian roulette except you have a mildly lower chance of getting shot. The second in a series, Hostel Hoes, detailing shit I have seen. In some cases, quite literally, shit. “Dude, yeah, I get it, but like - you shit on my bed.” Whoomp, there it is. Two British boys I would describe as on the cusp of manhood but not there yet, convene on a step right [...]

22 06, 2015
  • vysehrad

Hostel Hoes: Mopey Dick

Staying in hostels is like Russian roulette except you have a mildly lower chance of getting shot. The first in a series, Hostel Hoes, detailing shit I have seen. In some cases, quite literally, shit. “Do you have any gay friends? Like for me?” a pudgy North Dakotan says (half-screams) tipsily, as he quite literally tips over because balance is hard nowadays. He sways his hips a little sensually but he’s not Shakira [...]

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