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Czechia 2019 – Day 14 – Wednesday – Cesky Krumlov to Castle Zvikov to Prague

Today was a happy-sad day. Sad because it was our last day of touring in Czechia, at least on this trip. Happy because I could turn in the rental car and rely on public transportation again. I find driving in Europe to be stressful, so it is always a bit of a relief to be rid of the automobile.

But, before we get to Prague, there was more touring to do! I knew it was going to be hot in Prague today, so I wanted to stop somewhere along the way to break up the drive and to putter about somewhere not fully paved with roads and sidewalks baking in the sun. We happened to see a postcard of Castle Zvikov in our B and B in Cesky Krumlov, and so I looked it up. It looked beautiful and looked to be about halfway to Prague. That was our stop.

I was very much surprised to drive through the narrow streets of the small village near the castle only to pull up to a large parking lot nearly full of cars and with a tour bus. It seems that while Zvikov is not on the tour routes known to most Americans, the Czechs know it very well.

While we did not tour the interior rooms of the castle, the grounds and the fortifications were open in which to wander for free. The castle is built on a small peninsula where the smaller Otava and the larger Vltava rivers come together, with a grand view of the rivers, the cliffs around, and the heavily forested hills on the shores. There is also a landing for two boat services that offer to take you up the river and back, but I could not figure out where to buy tickets or how things worked, so I gave up on any boat tours.

We strolled around all the open parts of the castle, resting wherever there was shade and a good view. There were a number of people about, but it never felt crowded; my guess is many people parked in the lot and then took a boat tour.

From the castle, we made our way to the Prague airport, with only a slight detour around the airport to find a gas station to fill the rental car. While there is a gas station on the leaving-the-airport side of the road, for some odd reason there is not one on the going-to-the-airport side. With the help of the GPS, we made it work, and said goodbye to our car. As an added bonus, we met a man in the rental lobby who had his cat with him, so we got to pet a kitty.

We took the bus to the metro, and then walked to our hotel with only one consultation of a map. We got settled, and then took the metro to the Jewish Quarter, where I promptly got lost and proved how close that area is to the Old Town Square when we suddenly turned a corner and found it. We were not supposed to be there. Another hasty map consultation and some furrowed-brow moments, and we found our destination – Speculum Alchemy, the alchemy museum.

Back around 1600, the Habsburg king moved his court to Prague.  Johannes Kepler and Tycho Brahe both came to work for the court as Prague became a center of learning. The king also sanctioned a secret alchemy lab, where serious minds worked on potions and medicines and tried to transform base metals into valuable ones. At some point, the cellar labs caught fire, and the entrance was bricked over, and so the labs were lost for almost four hundred years. The river flooded badly in 2002, and part of the street in front of the now-museum collapsed, revealing an old underground passage that led to the old labs, where much of the original equipment had survived, including Latin copies of the recipes for the medicines and potions they made.

The museum is very small, but it is (now) dramatically hidden behind a bookcase, which is a nice touch. The lab consisted of only five rooms, but the story was interesting and the fact they had so many original furnishings was great. Who forgets all these things for almost four hundred years? Neat.

After the museum, we strolled back from the Old Town Square, heading to Wenceslas Square. We stopped for supper at an Italian place run by real Italians, and it was in a secluded inner courtyard, making it peaceful, even just fifty yards from tourist central. After supper, we swung by Wenceslas Square to check out the Gallery of Steel Figures, which looked wonderfully touristy, but it was getting late. I’ll settle for a castle and a lost four-hundred-year-old room, and I’ll see the Gallery next time we are in Prague.

Czechia 2019 – Day 13 – Tuesday – Cesky Krumlov

If you can’t stand the touring heat, strategize. Today was the first day that heat (sunny, mid-eighties) made carefree touring more problematic. Happily, Mer and I have worked out some heat-related methods from our various travels.

1. Get some elevation. This was not so dramatic today, as I really wanted to go to the top of the nearby hill that has a church on it and promised good views of the town. We trudged up the hill first thing in the morning, and while the sun was still intense, there was some shade along the way. At the top, we did have commanding views of the town, as well as shade and a solid breeze. Also, it was such a pretty spot, we sat on a bench there for some time. Taking it easy is another good method of keeping cool.

2. Pace yourself. We walked into town after hiking down the hill and topping off our water at our B and B. We walked quite slowly, and paused to take a look into St. Vitus Church, which is the tall church in the middle of town. The inside is relatively plain, but the floor-to-ceiling windows are very impressive. Our walk was a fairly long one, over a mile, ending at…

3. Get underground. Since we did a medieval silver mine in Kutna Hora, I thought it would be fun to contrast it with a modern graphite mine that only closed in 2003. Plus, the inside of the mine is always fifty degrees. We put on mine clothes since graphite can stain easily, pulled on boots because of the water in the mine, put on our circa-1990 lead-acid battery hooked to our lights, and climbed aboard a little mine train that took us 1.2 kilometers into the mountain (.75 miles), where we were 250 feet under a hill. Our group all spoke Czech except for us and two others, but we had little papers telling us what we would be seeing. Also, our guide tried to translate the most important things into English, so it was a good experience.

We got to see how air came into the mines through chimneys to the surface, and how that air was blown around by powerful fans (she turned one on for us, and that thing moved some air). We got to see pneumatic drills that drilled holes for the blasting charges, and the equipment used to clean up the rubble, which was sent for cleaning and refining.  We saw a tunnel that was closed for too much radon gas, which made me wonder about how the radon just stayed in there, and we saw little dwarf statues the miners put around the mine in order to placate the real dwarves they thought might be there (even in the 1990s – miners are superstitious).

4. Find shade. A good place to do this is a garden, and Cesky Krumlov’s castle does have one, way up on the hill. It has a formal French garden, which still has some shade trees, and long hedgerows stretching back to a pond full of lilies, fish, and ducks. Along the way, we ran across a revolving outdoor theater – the entire seating area could rotate 360 degrees to face different areas, presumably used for different scenes. It would be interesting to see how that actually worked. We stayed for several minutes at the pond, watching the aquatic foul swimming about, and then walked back to the French garden, where we sat in the shade for a short while. We were handling the heat well.

5. Don’t take a longcut. Sometimes being whimsical on a hot day does not pan out. I could take the we-came-that-way path, or try the new one I saw. We walked down the new one, which went down and south of the old town, with a wall that separated us from it. By the time we got to the bottom, we were quite a ways south of where I had wanted to go, and I was out of water. We stopped at a bakery to get something to drink, and a snack, and made our way back to the B and B. I figured it took about twice as long as it should have.

6. Rest. We stayed in the B and B for about an hour, to cool off and to let the sun get lower so there would be more shade.

7. Find an amazing place to eat in the shade. Mer’s favorite spot in town was where a small canal joins the Vltava River; it looks as if it used to drive a water wheel, but now is just a lovely spot where the water flows together right in front of two of the town’s towers. And there happens to be a restaurant with a terrace right over the canal, and for some reason, we were the only ones on it for a whole hour. It was a pretty relaxing meal.

8. Cool your feet. After supper, we waded in the Vltava, which was cool, but not cold, and it is in the same lovely spot, except now we could see the main wooden bridge of the town. We lingered there for some time too. Oh, and a hot air balloon went by again, while we were standing there in the river.

And so we took a slow walk home, getting back after 8:00. We sat outside and had ice cream bars, and watched the evening light play with the landscape. It was a hot time in the old town tonight.

 

Czechia 2019 – Day 12 – Valtice to Cesky Krumlov

It was another long driving day – over three hours, with a minor detour and a major pain-in-the-butt drive through a small city in stop-and-go-traffic, with a very odd lack of gas stations or rest stops for the final hour or so, but the end result was worth it. We got to Cesky Krumlov.

The last three full days in Czechia are “my” days: days when I am in charge of the touring. I poked around on the internet for awhile a few months ago, and Cesky Krumlov looked as if it should be very pretty, which it is. It is a small warren of buildings and streets crammed into a bend in the Vltava River, just a few miles north of the Austrian border. It has the second biggest castle in the country (Prague’s is the biggest) overlooking the town, and has a very tall church, St. Vitus, standing on a high point in the center. It all looks like a postcard.

We left the B and B close to 4:00, and I told Meredith that I did not want anything other than a map – I just wanted to wander at whim and get lost. It’s a very small town, and the church or castle is almost always visible, so you can’t get too turned around. We found a small park with an overlook to the castle, and then drifted around until we found the main square, managed to cross the river on one of just two bridges, and puffed our way up the lane into the castle for magnificent views of the main town. It was a good place to linger.

Plunging back into town, we almost left the southern end of town by accident, so I turned us back to find the church. By that point in the evening, it was closed, but I checked out a small lane that ended in a view of the river and was next to a house with an open window. Out of the window came the strains of a very talented piano player practicing some very difficult classical music. So we lingered again for several minutes.

Back we went into the small maze of roads, and across the first bridge again. We found a restaurant our B and B had recommended, and we sat on the terrace next to the river, eating and watching tourists float by in canoes and rafts.

It turns out that watching people shoot the small rapids next to the small waterfalls is highly entertaining. After we ate and left the main town by going south, we found a place where there is some pretty kicky water. Several of us stood on the concrete chute and looked down to the boaters as they passed. Their reactions to the sudden speed of the water and the small drop were varied, but all pretty funny. We lingered there as well.

Just to drive the cute theme home, as we were walking back to our B and B outside of the old town, a hot air balloon drifted overhead and went before us as we went home. It may have been hard to get to, and may be full of tourists, but Cesky Krumlov is worth lingering in.

Czechia 2019 – Day 11 – Sunday – Valtice and Lednice and Mikulov

You are rich when your stable makes twenty-first century tourists think it might be your actual chateau, but you add some money sauce to the cash stew when your grounds are so large, with so many things to see on those grounds, that those poor confused tourists can walk over ten miles on your estate AND take a bout tour on your river, and still not see everything. Such is the wealth of the Liechtenstein family and the wonder that is the Lednice Chateau.

We began in the greenhouse, which at three hundred feet long was quite big – we think the staff member said it was the second oldest greenhouse in all of Europe, after only the one in Kew Gardens in London, but I think that may be the second oldest cast iron greenhouse or some sub-category. Nevertheless, it was impressive:  big and airy-feeling inside, with pleasant views of the French garden on one side. We circled the perimeter twice, once to see it, and once to see it again as a rain shower passed over outside. Mer loved the striped and speckled-leaf plants; I went for the clover and the ferns.

After the shower passed, Mer wanted to find the location of the birds of prey show that was going to happen at noon. On the way there, we passed an archery booth being set up; it was not quite ready yet, so we told the guy we would be back, and we went on to the birds. We passed two handlers with birds coming the other way, to go entice the crowds. We found the show area, and the birds were all there on their perches. There were over thirty different kinds – eagles and buzzards and kestrels and owls and falcons and more. The show helped the group fund programs to rehabilitate wounded birds to be released back into the wild, or so the English signs told us. Satisfied we could get back, we went to shoot things.

Mer wanted me to go first, so I shot a basic bow four times before switching to what I wanted to shoot – a replica of a medieval crossbow. It was fun, and of the three real shots I took (not counting the misfire that happened as I was adjusting my hands), I hit the target twice and just missed the third time. The young man said he was impressed.

Next, Mer had a go. She was quite good with the bow, hitting the target well with three shots. She then really nailed it with the modern crossbow after being too high with her first shot. We both voted Mer “most improved” with the medieval crossbow, just barely missing with her last shot.

After we took a short stroll in the grounds, Mer went to the bird show to get a spot and I ran back to the car to get our umbrellas – the sky was looking threatening. It ended up lightly raining two or three times during the show, and once later as we walked, so having the umbrellas proved useful. On the whole, though, we had good weather all day.

The birds of prey show was pretty great. It lasted a full hour, and the handlers pulled two little kids down to help with the birds at various points. We saw an eagle glide over the field and over us, we saw some smaller hawk-like birds dive-bomb fake rodents being pulled around on strings, we saw a bird knock a remote-control bird out of the air, and more. Most of the birds we saw were very beautiful, although it was hard to see them gulping down raw meat, or, in one case, a whole foot of some kind of bird. Ugh.

From the bird show, we had a quick snack break, since it was after 1:00. We then followed the path thought the ponds and lakes, out past the fake Roman aqueduct, over a couple of pretty wooden bridges, up to the Turkish minaret. According to Rick Steves, the rumor is that the prince wanted to build a church, but the locals could not make up their minds, so he got frustrated and started to build a mosque instead. He did at least build a very tall minaret, which we climbed. Sort of. I bravely made it up to and out on levels one and two (of three), but two was pushing it, so I went back down while Mer went up to three. She said I had made a good choice for my fear of heights, since level three did not add much to the level-two view.

From the minaret, Mer wanted to take a boat ride along the small river on the edge of the estate, which takes a slow and mellow forty minutes to get out to the artificially “ruined” castle on the estate, which our boat guide said was used as a hunting lodge. He also told us the river used to flood the area, so in the 1980s, the main river was rerouted, which caused the floodplain to dry up, killing off many of the trees. So, instead, artificial ways to flood the area were installed at great expense. Progress.

Mer’s plan was to get off the boat at the castle, then take a horse-drawn carriage ride back, but we missed the last one by fifteen minutes. We walked back, about a mile and a half. By then, I was quite ready for supper, so we went back to the car. That meant we left a large portion of the formal gardens unexplored, and we never found several buildings of which we had seen pictures. Next time, I guess.

We drove to the nearby town of Mikulov, which was a postcard of a town wedged between two hills, with a ruin on one and a church on the other. The main square is cozy, colorful, and inviting. The only issue, which keeps being an issue on this trip, was trying to figure out where we could park; I almost left the town because I was getting so frustrated, but then  Mer finally saw a pay-for-parking machine. I bought about $1.50 worth of parking, that gave me the right to park until 8:00. Great! Until I remembered that in Europe, 8:00 pm is 20:00, so my ticket was for 8:00 am. Tomorrow. It turns out parking was free in the evening.

We had some trouble finding a restaurant that was open and still serving dinner, which was odd, because it was only 6:30. Several places were closed, and one was only serving dessert. We did get a good meal at a bistro on one end of the square.

Mikulov was a wonderful-seeming town, and I would have loved to have hiked the two hills and toured the convent in the old town. We had to settle for dinner. Tomorrow we move on to another part of this wonderful little country. Even with two full weeks, we can’t even see all of a chateau estate, let alone all the beautiful places around. That is why we always tell ourselves, “Next time!”

 

Czechia 2019 – Day 10 – Saturday – Pustevny to Valtice and Lednice

Travel exposes you to all kinds of new ideas and experiences, which is both good and bad. After ten days of being confused about signs, not sure about food, unable to make change efficiently, and unsure of cultural rules of the road, and confusing “hello” and “thank you” in conversations, I was happy to see something familiar and welcome. Enter the Ostrava Steelers and the Prague Lions, on TV, with Czech announcers and miked referees, playing American football.

What a treat. It seems in Czech you can add a “y” to an English noun, so I was able to see stats about passy, yardy, and touchdowny. The play was solid, if slower than in an NFL game, and the play calling was more conservative, with passes over five to seven yards being rare. It sort of had the feel of a solid (not nationally ranked) college game. I caught the game in the early part of the third quarter, and had a fun time munching on the traditional football food of gingerbread “ears” while filling in commentary for my overly patient wife. I got to see the Lions beat the Steelers on a go-ahead touchdowny with 1:40 left to play, to win Czech Bowl XXVI (it really was the championship game).

But we are here to tour, so back to that. We drove over two hours to the twin towns of Valtice (where our hotel is) and Lednice. The towns are small, unless you count the 37,000 bikers who seemed to be on the road – it is a popular biking area. We checked in to the hotel, and headed off to our first sight a little after noon. Mer told me to put in a town in Austria, not because we were going there, but because our destination was in that direction. Since my Czech geography is poor, I was surprised when the GPS told me the Austrian town was four miles away. I had no idea we were so close to Austria.

We stopped short of the border, though. We pulled up to the old border crossing, where there was a building with half the windows boarded up, but the side building was open for the Museum of the Iron Curtain. Inside was a small but decent museum showing the history of the border, from Czechoslovakian independence in 1918, to German annexation in 1938, to Soviet occupation in 1945, to the installation of barbed wire across the border in 1951, and up to the 1980s. The main floor had information in Czech, German, and English, but the lower level was all in Czech, so that was harder to understand. We did get the wall where the names of those who had been killed attempting to cross the border were listed, and the detention cell spoke for itself. The museum was small enough to be seen in under an hour, but it was worthwhile to actually be at a border stop and see what had happened there.

We then drove off to Lednice, to see the Lednice Chateau. The chateau was the summer home to the princely family the Liechtensteins, who may or may not have been in with the royal family of the Austro-Hungarian Empire: it gets really confusing, especially in translation. What does not need translation is they were loaded with cash. When twenty-first century tourists think the building containing the riding stables and school is the main palace, you have means.

The chateau is the result of restless rich people mucking about for five hundred years. Every hundred years or so, the new owner of the place would do major renovations on something. The current house was remodeled in the late 1800s. It is a magnificent great house – maybe my favorite I have seen. The main floor is elaborately covered in warm carved wood (except for three rooms for the use by the ladies of the house, which were painted or wallpapered). It made the interior feel harmonious, and my favorite example of woodcarving in the house was the spiral staircase which went from the library up to the prince’s rooms, which was beautiful.

We toured the main level with about twenty-five other tourists, with a guide speaking Czech. We had English printed handouts. That worked well, except for the size of the group, which sometimes had trouble moving through hallways. We also took a tour of the family rooms on the second (upstairs) floor, but this time it was just us and two Czechs with a Czech tour guide. It is a strange thing to be on a tour of five people and never really be acknowledged. I don’t blame them, but it was an odd sensation.

While waiting for tours, we explored a small part of the extensive grounds, mainly staying in the formal French garden. If weather allows, we’ll go back tomorrow to wander in the area one of the princes had converted from swamp lands into small lakes and park grounds, complete with building a Turkish minaret at the end of the park, as one does on a formal chateau grounds.

We finished the day with a short walk around the main area of Valtice, which has an excellent central square with a wide lawn, on which many families were relaxing or playing. We had supper and then went up to the room to see the exciting second half of the game. A day of new experiences and new-old ones too.

 

 

Czechia 2019 – Day 9 – Friday – Pustevny and Roznov pod Radhostem

Mer got us up and moving early this morning, which even included a rare (for Riordans) fifteen-minute time limit on a buffet breakfast. We had to be in the town of Roznov pod Radhostem at 9:00 to meet a private tour guide, so we had to go.

One of the challenges of being ninety-nine percent clueless in a language is the frustrating inability to read signs. This especially is true in all things driving-related. Once in town, it was not clear where we could legally park. Our strategy, which has worked so far, has been for me to stay with the car in case I am asked to move it, and Mer goes in somewhere and asks someone about parking. Or, in some cases, we figure if we have to pay something, we are okay. Today was both – Mer asked someone, and she sent us to a nearby pay lot.

With the car sorted out, we walked over to the Wallachian Open-Air Folk Museum, a museum that is dedicated to preserving the buildings and lifestyle of the inhabitants from the region’s past. We have been to several such museums in the States and in Ireland and in Scotland. In the Wallachian museum, the buildings seemed to be largely from the 1800s, with a few older. They were either moved from their original locations, or replicas were built.

We usually will splurge for a private guide at least once on our trips. We have found private guides to be very helpful in pointing out what is important and in filling in details and stories that are not found on the information cards. Our guide, we found out at the end, was giving one of his first English-language tours for the museum, and he apologized for being nervous. We thought he did quite well. For about two hours, he led us around the three sections of the museum, and even though there were only the three of us, because he was a guide, the docent actors at each place activated the machinery (in the mills) to show us how it worked. It was great.

We started off in the technology and mill section, which consisted of a barn of wagons, carriages, and farming equipment, including a very clever horse-drawn reaper and raking machine. We then moved on to the functioning mills, starting with the iron mill, which is like a blacksmith’s shop on steroids. One of the fascinating things to me was how ingenious people were at harnessing water power. In the iron mill, they could turn water on and off to power a huge bellows, a giant iron hammer for beating metal, and a sharpening wheel. The ability to arrange simple mechanisms to turn circular motion (the water wheel) into up-and-down motion for the bellows or lifting motion for the hammers was interesting to see. There were some terribly clever people around.

We also went to a felting mill, where giant hammers pounded cloth into felt. We saw a grist mill, where grain was ground and then sorted into chaff and wheat. We got to see a functioning sawmill, where the water powered both the up-and-down saw and the horizontal motion of the log against the saw. We saw a human-powered flax-seed oil press, which took several steps and ended with huge beams being screwed together. A common refrain from our guide was “it was hard work,” including the alarming fact that childhood mortality in flour millers’ families was eighty percent, exacerbated by breathing the flour dust (compared to fifty percent childhood mortality in the general population).

We left the mill section behind and crossed over to the wooden town. These buildings were from town folk, so it had a pub, a church, a mayor’s house, and some other buildings. Around the church was a small graveyard that contained memorials or even the final resting places of about forty of the area’s famous people, who were mostly sports figures. Each headstone was unique and tended to be artistically interesting, often symbolically showing what the person was best known for.

The church itself was beautiful, with almost all of the building made of wood, including the organ pipes. In this particular church, there was a blue roof that was striking, but our guide said that was not typical of churches in the area. I thought the church felt very warm from all of the wood, and it was intimate in its size.

The mayor’s house belonged to the richest man in town, and the mayor was not an elected position – when the mayor retired, his son took over, but the ex-mayor still had the right to have a room and meals in the house. Several times each year, the mayor would hold dances for the townspeople in his main room, which was about the size of a small school classroom. When not used for dancing, the room was where the mayor and his wife and all of his children slept, with the parents getting the bed and the children sleeping on benches or on top of the earthen part of the stove.

Which leads us to the village – the typical peasant dwellings. These usually had one one room for the entire family, which in one case was thirteen people. They might have some storage rooms attached or stalls for animals, but most of the living happened in the main room. What struck us as we wandered around the homes was that some of them were set up as they had been around 1950, but except for the electric lights and the radio, they looked the same as the 1850 houses. One interesting place we saw was a shepherd’s summer hut – it was set on huge skis so it could be moved across wet grass to new pastures as needed.

After the museum, we headed back to the hotel up on the mountain at Pustevny. We ate lunch, and just as we finished, it started raining fairly hard. This was the first real rain we had encountered on this trip, and it put the brakes on Mer’s plan to ride the chairlift down to the valley and back. We debated a bit on what to do, and we got fortunate in that the rain took a break for about thirty minutes, and there were two men playing instruments and singing on the terrace of our hotel, so we sat and listened to them. One played the violin, and the other played a huge and unusual hammered dulcimer. It had a single pedal (like what pianos have) that allowed the strings to play freely or muted them. The upper notes sounded like a dulcimer, and the middle notes sounded a lot like a banjo, and the lower notes sounded somewhat like a piano. The few people around us all seemed to know the songs being sung and mouthed the words or actually sang along. It was a fun backup plan.

The rain came back, so we went back to the room for about an hour to take stock, after which Mer decided that, as the rain had stopped again, we should try the correct hike that we had failed to do last night. Mer asked at the front desk, and the receptionist showed us a map, so we got it right this time. We hiked along the blue trail, with the goal of reaching the statue of Radegast. Radegast was the Czech god of the sun, the harvest, and friendship before Christianity came along. It seems J. R. R. Tolkien knew his Slavic mythology, as he named a wizard in The Lord of the Rings Radegast. Along the way, we came to a large vista overlooking the valley serviced by the chairlift, so we still got to see what Mer had wanted to see on the lift. We reached the statue, and it was fine, but the viewpoint was the clear highlight of the trip.

That left supper, and after supper, I reminded Mer the hotel had a ping pong table, so we played and she beat me 21-18, the closest I have ever come to beating her. If it was 1850, the kids would have to sleep somewhere else so that I could play a rematch.

Czechia 2019 – Day 8 – Thursday – Kutna Hora to Stramberk to Pustevny

Wisdom is a good thing. Sometimes I have it and sometimes I don’t. Wisdom: managing to navigate my second Czech detour successfully (“Is that a detour? It looks like a detour. I’m following that truck.”) Wisdom: coming to a parking lot area full of people walking up a road, and seeing a sign we could not read, but that had a picture of a car and a motorcycle on it. We had no idea what the sign said (it could have been “No cars in winter”), but we agreed it looked sketchy, and we planned another route to Pustevny.

He don’t look wise: seeing two signs that led up the hill to the town of Stramberk from public parking. One was was along the road we had just driven down, which seemed long to me. So I advocated the footpath, which turned out to go mostly straight up the hill, steeply, on washed-out gravel footing.

He don’t look wise: seeing an example of Stramberk’s specialty pastry, a gingerbread cone called an “ear,” I decided I had to get a large one filled with whipped cream. Turns out a little whipped cream goes a long way, and the ear would probably have been better if it had been plain (they were very good).

He don’t look wise: taking a pre-dinner hike on the red trail at Pustevny, and despite frequent exposure to how wonderfully well Czech trails are marked by blazes, we kept wondering out loud why it had been so long since we had seen a blaze and why the trail was not showing any real vistas. We found out on the return trip that we had missed a well-marked branch off the dirt road we were on. If you don’t see a blaze on a trail in Czechia for five minutes, you are going the wrong way.

At any rate, travel is like that. In addition to my own wisdom and lack thereof, we have gotten ourselves deep enough east in Czechia that signs show directions to Polish and Slovakian towns. We were warned by our Jewish guide in Prague that we were going into an area where people did not speak much English, and she was not wrong. We keep having endless fun watching the other one of us mime things to patient Czechs. In general, we are managing, but Mer admits it is unnerving, since it has been over twenty years since she was so linguistically challenged (not since she lived in a Hungarian part of Transylvania in 1995-96, and even then, she was a quick study for Romanian, which was widely spoken).

It was the longest driving day of the vacation, or so Meredith tells me. It was a little over three hours to Stramberk, and then another forty-five minutes to Pusteveny, except for the road mistake we made that made it more like an hour and a half. Despite all the time in the car, we still had a good day. Stramberk is an adorably cute town nestled in a high valley under a stone tower. The tower is available to climb, so of course we did that. Meredith loved the views from the open windows, while I managed to peek at the views through the arrow slits. Until I got halfway around the tower and could not take any more, and retreated inside. I sat at a closed, inside glass window and felt much better while Mer made her way around the outside twice.

After the tower, we walked down into the small town square, where I ate my poorly-chosen “ear.” Then we continued down though the town along the easy-to-walk road we should have come up. The best thing about the poor choice of a trail is that it came out at the tower instead of the town square, so we started with the literal high point of the place.

Back in the car, to one suspicious road, to a nearby town’s tourist information center, and finally on up a surprisingly good, wide road to our hotel for the evening, in the ski resort of Pustevny. During the summer months, it is a busy place during the day, with hikers and mountain bikers, but by 6:00 things get quite quiet. Which is one reason neither of us questioned not seeing anyone on our hike of the red trail that wasn’t. It was not a total waste – the forest through which we walked was pleasant, and we could get occasional glimpses of the valley below. Above all, it was very quiet, which is how we heard the pickup truck coming up from behind us on the return walk. Where he was going, I have no idea, but he turned off on another track just as he got up to us; he stared at us – I’m not sure he was used to meeting people up there.

Returning to the lodge, we had supper and retired to the room. The room has a superb view of the eastern mountains, and the air is cool. While we can be questioned on many choices, no one is going to wonder about the wisdom of choosing this room.

Czechia 2019 – Day 7 – Wednesday – Jicin to Kutna Hora

Meredith assures me she would always rather travel with me than without me. I may have tested that love today as we headed off to Kunta Hora, with my twenty-seven variations of “Kunta Hora” set to the tune of “Hakuna Metata,” from Lion King. I’m sure Mer was endlessly thrilled.

The drive from Jicin to here was only about an hour, and so we got here around 11:00. Since we knew it was going to be too early to check in to the hotel, we drove to the Sedlec Ossuary. An ossuary is a place for depositing bones, which is not all that unusual in space-constrained European towns, but what is unusual is when the people in charge start decorating with bones.

While we were there to see the ossuary, we wandered the outside graveyard first. Many of the headstones were from the twentieth century, and many had photos attached to the marker. Most plots were in family groups.

We went into the small chapel above the ossuary despite Mer’s guidebook saying it was dull; Meredith is rather OCD about seeing everything at a sight if it is free or included. We are both glad we did. The church is plain and small, but what was really striking is that the wall had twelve modern paintings of the life of Christ, starting with the triumphal entry and ending with some scenes after the resurrection of Jesus (who, being mistaken as the gardener by the woman at the tomb, is shown rather charmingly carrying a shovel). I loved the art, and even bought a copy of the paintings in a book that cost something like $1.50.

A monk piled up bones into pyramids in the crypt of the church in the 1600s, and then later, in the 1800s, an architect decided to expand that vision into full decorations made out of human bones. It is a bit odd, yes, but the point of these things (and this is the third such place to which we have been in Europe) is that life is short, and then you have to face God. The recording to which we were listening even gave a non-pushy version of the gospel, telling us that these dead were waiting in hope for the resurrection of the dead in Jesus.

As for the actual decorations, there were two huge chalices, a cross, a coat of arms, three of the four original pyramids (one was in storage during a renovation project), and some other small patterns, including the name of the designer, in bone. But by far the biggest and most ornate one was a huge chandelier in the middle of the chamber, which, our audio guide informed us, contained at least one of every major bone in the human body. Sorry, folks, no pictures – for me, I personally feel as if it is disrespectful to take photos of the dead; I’m not sure why. Seeing the display is okay for me since it fulfills the purpose of reminding me about the importance of the hope of eternal life.

We drove over to the hotel, even though it was too early to check in still, if only to park the car. We haltingly made our way into the center of town about three-quarters of a mile away, following road signs as best we could. We managed. Mer took me to near the top of the hill of the town, where we came around a corner and saw St. Barbara’s Cathedral, which is sort of huge and completely magnificent. I say “sort of huge” because it is oddly tall for the length of the church: the original plan had been to make the church longer, but the money ran out as the town’s silver mines dried up over four hundred years. The church was started around 1400 and was finally finished, after several long stoppages of construction, in the early 1900s.

The exterior of the church is striking because of the height, and for the long flying buttresses along the walls. In between the buttresses are huge windows – stained glass from the early 1900s (except for one Chagall-esque window from 2013) on the lower level and clear glass on the upper level. The clear glass allows the church to be flooded with light and makes for a very clean-looking interior, especially after some of the fanciful Baroque churches we have seen on the trip.

Since silver paid for the church, there are many tributes to miners. In fact, the church was supposed to have been founded by some miners who got trapped underground, and who then prayed to St. Barbara, the patron saint of miners. They were supposed to have been shown where to dig to get out of the mine. One of them had a vision of Barbara at a tree in the forest, so he carved a statue of her out of the tree, which attracted worshipers, and so that became where the cathedral was built. In an unusual move for a church, there is a full-sized statue of a miner in a place where there would usually be a saint.

Silver was mined here for about four hundred years, from about 1300 to about 1700, making Kutna Hora a very rich town. The coin minting operation in the town supplied coins all over Europe. Some of the people who did not benefit much seemed to be the miners. We went to the town silver museum and took a tour of a mine shaft. Being a miner, to put it bluntly, sucked. Once the mine got deep, you had to take up to three hours to get into the mine, work a six-hour shift (or more, in later years), and then spend three to four hours climbing back out of the mine – thirteen or more hours a day, six days a week. Miners started work around twenty-one years old and generally retired (or were dead) by the age of forty, when they could help the women and children on the surface with the washing of the silver ore.

In the actual mine, the miners had small clay lamps by which to work. This was demonstrated for us in the mine, using a flickering flashlight. It was dim. In this dimness, the miner had to find any silver veins in the rock, where they would appear brown or grey or black. So he had to use hand tools to get a black rock out of a harder rock in the dark, lit only by a clay lamp. Miners also worked far apart to minimize casualties in case of a flood or a cave-in. It sounded like a very hard life.

The mine through which we walked was not like other mines we have visited; the miners were following veins of silver, and so the mine was very narrow, in many places only shoulder-wide. To get out of the mine, we had to walk along a shaft used for diverting water out of the mine, and in one spot, the roof was only four-and-a-half feet off the floor, and in another spot, it was only sixteen inches wide. I found out that I start to get antsy if I can’t stand up for long periods of time – I would have made a very bad miner, for many reasons.

The fun did not end with the miners, though. The mining pollution contaminated the area water. The people who purified the silver ended up breathing vaporized lead. And the minter, who hammered silver by hand, eventually went deaf from the noise. I’m grateful to live in the twenty-first century.

After supper outside facing a square, we ended the day by finishing up a walk of the town, enjoying the squares, the colorful buildings, and the magnificent views of St. Barbara’s Cathedral. Being in Kutna Hora means no worries.

Czechia 2019- Day 6 – Tuesday – Bohemian Paradise (Cesky Raj)

Yet more rocks.

It was still my day, we were still in the Bohemian Paradise, and so today was about more rocks. But, this time, it was with much less elevation. I made up for that with more distance today. Our hotel clerk recommended the hike today between two castles about two and a half miles apart. The trail followed a mostly dirt road along the spine of a hilltop, so there were only a couple of hills along the way. No stairs. All good.

It was a great recommendation. We got to the southern castle (think more of a chateau here and less of a repel-the-peasant-hordes kind) and paid to park. When I was asked how long we would be there, I made a wild guess and said four hours. We paid our ninety crowns (about four dollars) and parked. I decided we should pay the two extra dollars to get a ticket to see the exterior of the castle, which I figured would have great views.

Both the southern castle and the northern one were built on the stone columns we had come to see. It does give you a commanding start to your castle height, so why not? It also affords great views. Hruba Skala’s courtyard mostly looked out on countryside, but if you looked south you could see Trosky Castle, and if you looked north you could see rock columns sticking up over the tops of surrounding trees. The trees are really tall here.

After exploring the castle, we headed north along the path/road. It went through fairly dense forest, but with rocks sticking up in many places. Because of my four-hour time limit, I decided to ignore some side trails and some stops we passed, and we focused on staying on the trail to the second castle, Valdstejn. About a third of the way there, we got to our first overlook, for which Mer now knows the word. We walked out onto a point, and we were greeted with an amazing sight – huge rock towers sitting in the midst of a forest. It was very impressive, with dozens of columns sticking up, some in groups and some alone. We could not yet see Valdstejn Castle, since (as it turned out) the rocks were in the way. We lingered there some time.

We jumped back on the main trail, but quickly found a bench that overlooked the rocks, so sitting there claimed more of our time. On the heels of that was another lookout, this time right up close to some of the tallest rock examples. Time kept ticking away.

We made it to the other castle, but then I had to see inside the walls of that one too. This was a later-modified castle, and had several buildings and levels, and so it took some time to get out to the platform the last private owner had built in the 1800s. I can see why. It looked south over the forest of stone, and in the distance, clear against the sky were the two towers of Trosky Castle. More time, but well spent.

We had a little over an hour to get back to the car, two and a half miles away. So we skipped the interesting but illegible-to-us poster advertising something dragon/bat/lizard-ish going on in the back moat area, and we headed south. I did decide we had time to stop and look at the north-facing overlook again; it was too beautiful to pass up.

We were making good time, so when we got really close to the car and I saw some stone stairs going down into a crack in the rock, then surely we could take a look. That led to a sort of chamber of stone (with no roof, of course) with another stairway. We had time. That led down into a cathedral-like space of towering trees and rocks, with a path that wandered away. We took it about a hundred yards until I knew we were pushing our luck. I told Mer I wanted to go buy two more hours of parking so we could come back. She told me to go ahead since she knew I could go faster.

I hustled back, afraid of being fined or towed. I found the three parking attendants and asked if I could buy two more hours. A woman spoke decent English, but looked confused. I told her I wanted more time for parking. She asked me how much I paid. I didn’t remember, but I told her it was for four hours. She told me that I had paid ninety crowns, and that meant I was good for all day. Ah. I see.

The good news is Mer laughed when I met back up with her, and we had more time to go explore the new trail we had found. We went back down to the cathedral-like clearing and followed the trail. It wound around giant columns interspersed with tall pines and other trees. We kept being amazed that fantasy films had not been made here – it certainly would have done for Middle Earth. We got to the end of the path, where we could see it joined up with a road, and so we went back to a stone stairway we had skipped, this one going up. The stairway was narrow, especially compared to the height of the stone on either side. We finally came up between two picnic tables, back at Hruba Skala.

We checked out the courtyard one more time, and then drove off toward the town of Semily, about thirty minutes northwest. The interesting thing about driving by GPS is that it seems the GPS is largely concerned with getting you there in as direct a line as possible, sometimes bypassing better roads to shave off two minutes. As such, we found ourselves driving up, over, and down a small mountain with a winding road, and two (presumably local) drivers who seemed determined to mate with my back bumper. I finally found a pull-off to let them pass, and then the GPS told me to turn right.

This road was a good example of a classic back-country Irish road. No shoulder, and just a little over a car-width wide. We laughed at it, and the the tar road started showing signs of wear. The grass started popping up in a few places in the middle. And it got narrower. And then there was a lot of grass between two strips of tar. Until there wasn’t. Then it was a gravel car path. With bad sight lines. Mer asked me where I was taking her, and I told her it was supposed to be a good-sized town. Just as I said that, we rounded a corner and she saw the town laid out less than a mile away. Somehow this cowpath of a road led right into a residential neighborhood. I have only been on one road that primitive before (in France in 2007), and this one may have had the French one beat. It was only by God’s grace that I did not meet another car coming the other way (or even a hiker, for that matter) – there was no room, with very few places to pull off.

After a quick stop at the TI (tourist bureau), we found our way to the reason we were in the town, which was to hike the Rieger Trail (Riegrova Stezka). I had seen a picture of a boardwalk attached to a cliff face over a pretty river, and I wanted to see that. Besides, the river hike would be flat for our tired legs. And it was – no individual part of the switchbacks were particularly steep. Sigh.

The boardwalk was right near the start of the trail and was pretty, and it had the added bonus of being across the narrow river from a rock-climbing course, so we saw a couple of climbers coming down the rock face. Our trail turned into the woods and started going gently uphill. Until the aforementioned switchbacks, which put on some serious elevation in a hurry. We huffed our way over that, and went on to a viewpoint, where a bench looked out at the river in an area of gentle rapids. We sat there and enjoyed the water and the sun for some time, and then I figured we had to head back home, since it was already after 5:00.

Happily, the GPS left the cows alone, and we had good roads all the way back to the hotel.

Czechia 2019- Day 5 – Monday – Bohemian Paradise (Cesky Raj)

Rocks.

People often ask Meredith how we decided to go to Czechia this summer. When Mer turned forty, she told me she wanted to go to all the countries of Europe, but I could pick the country each year. So, when people ask her about why Czechia, she defers to me. It’s because of the rocks.

When I was poking around the Internet looking at the offerings of different countries, I stumbled across pictures of Czechia’s national parks, and one in particular was appealing – the Cesky Raj, or “Bohemian Paradise” in English. It is close to Prague, and not too huge (so everything is close together), and it has the Prachovske Skaly – Prachov Rocks: stunning, huge columns of rock thrust into the air. If it were not enough just to see them, you can climb them (if adventurous), or climb up and through them on rock stairs jammed between gigantic monoliths of stone. I clearly needed to see these, and that is why we are in Czechia.

The Bohemian Paradise did not disappoint. We started with the Prachov Rocks this morning, which are only about five miles from Jicin. We started our hike a little after ten, and it would be after two o’clock before I decided we should move on, and there were still a few trails we left unexplored.

After paying the modest admission fee (about four dollars each), we walked up a slight incline in wooded terrain. We turned the corner and saw our first stone tower, and I was in awe. And it turns out that it was an isolated one and not especially large. As we walked on, more and more columns came into view, and it felt like something out of Lord of the Rings. We walked into a horseshoe-shaped collection of stone, and it was unlike anything I have ever seen.

And then I saw stairs. Leading into the rocks. And thus began the theme of the day – climbing. The Prachov Rocks are pretty amazing at any angle, so getting to see them from the ground, from more or less inside them, and from the top of them is a pretty great day. We found five viewpoints, with my linguistically astute wife figuring out the word for “viewpoint” partway through the day. Some views were mostly of the rocks, and some were of the rocks and of the surrounding countryside. Spectacular.

The only downside to the tromping around was my slight neglect in not having tried to obtain a trail map. There are multiple trails, all well marked with color-coded blazes, but I did not know where each trail led. Oddly, the park did not bother to align with my mental map and guesses, so there was a long hike around the top that resulted in some serious backtracking, keeping in mind that up-and-down progress was usually involved. My wife stayed in good humor anyway; she is a gem. She even was okay with my finding a rock staircase near the parking lot on our way to take a break, and it turned out to be a long and very steep staircase. It let us out at a beautiful vista (yay!), and then the trail dumped us back to where we had been thirty minutes before (boo!). I may have gone down to go up to go down again. Ooops.

Finally, around two o’clock, I decided that my legs were tired and that I wanted to go to another site, so we left the rocks behind, at least for now. We headed the few miles over to the ruins of Trosky Castle, which is the symbol of the park – two towers sitting on columns of rock, all by themselves and visible for miles around.

While we were able to drive to a parking lot below the castle, there was still a fair amount of “up” involved. Once we got to the gate and paid our entry fee (again, who is going to quibble after climbing for a third of a mile?), we went up to the gates, where we could climb…up… into either of the towers. We picked the higher climb to the bigger lower tower (the higher tower is not accessible; you can only get to an observation tower/platform a little ways below it) for no other reason other than there were no people walking that way at the time. It was a long way up.

Mer said late in the day that she can give little better praise to a place where she had to climb than, “It was worth it!” The big tower gave magnificent views of the surrounding area, even to some distant mountains on the edge of haze. The biggest “window,” which was almost certainly a collapsed section of wall or maybe a door, gave direct views of the smaller and higher tower on the other pillar of rock. The two towers used to be connected by the living quarters of the owner, but now only some walls remain between the two. The drawings of the full castle we saw were very pretty.

We lingered in the big tower, and then went down and then up into the observation tower at the foot of the little tower. Similar results – great views of the land and of the bigger tower. Also, more stairs.

We finally made our way back to the car, and I drove us off to the last stop of the day – a series of three lakes our host had said were very romantic. It would be an easy walk in a pretty place, and Mer would love it and me. A great win. And then we pulled up to the RV campsite. Odd. And the man who took our parking fee said there was no trail around the lake, but we could walk over to the other campsite on the very small lake. Hmmmm. This was not the romantic late afternoon I was imagining. But! He did say the other campsite connected to the trail that would take us back to the rocks. I could still salvage this!

By going up, of course. And up. And up. And as we crested the hill, where I had hoped to see the Prachov Rocks…was a parking lot. We had come to the far side of the rocks area, a site we had passed in the car that morning, and the rocks were still a one-mile walk (probably up) away. I turned us around and walked back to the car. The slightly good parts were that the trail was pretty, through tall and straight evergreen trees, and also that Mer found the whole thing funny. Funnier going down, but still funny.

We got back into Jicin around six o’clock, and we grabbed some take-out pizza to eat in the beautiful courtyard of our hotel. We finished the day by walking the remainder of the pedestrian part of the town (that we hadn’t seen yesterday), and we took time to eat some ice cream in a small square near the clock tower. And it was all on level ground.