The road less traveled takes you up a really big hill

September 4th, 2012 Tuesday

We awoke at a decent hour (at least earlier than when biking in Germany) and set out to find food since our supplies were limitied. While packing up we noticed another cyclist who was camping (the only other tent) and who set off much earlier that we did. I was in a pretty grumbly mood from not having eaten yet, but when we finally did get food, it was quite cheap and very delicious.

lush green hills, overcast light

towns with old stuff in the center (an old well i think)

We kept on biking, noting the overcast ambiance of our trip (probably better than roasting in the sun), as well as the lush green hills that we passed constantly. Before embarking in the wrong direction yet again, we stopped at another restaurant where the food wasn´t as good as the first, the service was crappy, and the Bavarian Budweiser was even worse on tap than normal Budweiser (pretty bad considering we´ve been consuming very good beer). The good thing about the restaurant is that we discovered Czech often has various styles of potatoes (yum) including potato pancakes.


We set out yet again on the right path after asking the info center near by, and got onto the wrong path right after. The good news: We knew what road we were on, it was a car road with minimal traffic, and it was shorter than the cycle route. The bad news: uphill. Like way up hill. Like all the time, seriously is this not stopping, how is this possibly one hill, hill. But at least we knew the bad news would have to end with, yes, you guessed it, a DOWNHILL. Those are pretty excellent and refreshing and we enjoyed it, into minimal rolling hills all the way to our next camping location outside of Tabor.

railway bridge just outside of our camping place

The woman running the reception spoke to me in German, which made me feel right at home-ish, since at least my German comprehension is better than my Czech. Alex befriended some folks eating and drinking at the bar, and promised to hang out with them as soon as we set up our tent. I took my time getting everything set up and showering, then met them for a kielbasa and beer. Alex was already a beer and some shots deep with his new friends, who turned out to be the husband of the woman at the reception, his brother, and a guy from Greece. The guy from Greece left soon after, and we were left to converse with the owners and family. Though our Czech non-existent, the husbands English minimal, and the brothers English only mesured in the random screen tee about Hip Hop that he was wearing, we all seemed to get along famously. (That may have mostly been the alcohol talking). We did spend a bit of time naming classic bands that we all enjoyed and high fiving about it. We tried to teach them the trick of watching someones elbow as you high five so you never miss, and learned that in Czech you keep eye contact as you high five so as not to insult the other person. With the kitchen closed, and everyone a bit tired, we said our farewells and headed off to bed.
When headed back to our tent, we realized that the tent next to ours was the same tent from the last camping spot. We spoke with the woman briefly (as it was late), found out that she was doing the same path as us (duh) and was from New Zealand. We figured to see her at the next camping location seeing as how she woke up much earlier than we did to set off.
At last, bed time.