Holiday Inn Brno Hotel

... toilets "wee cupboards". Well, what else would WC stand for?

We put on our jumpers and followed the German bikers. The ambient temperature inside is 9C, a good 10 degrees colder than outside. It was like walking into the mouth of a dragon. Needle sharp teeth sprouted from the floor and ceiling. Some meet in the middle to become pillars of rock. We followed the tour through cavern after ...

... built in the Dutch style with a rotating top so the sails can always face the wind.

The old guy serving was friendly and gave me a photostat of information about the windmill, which I was encouraged to read out loud to the children. This I duly did and they sat through it uncomplainingly. On the back was a story marked "Humour" which I can only assume is a true story or some local legend. It had clearly been translated by someone not all that good at English, and I ...

... They looked a lot of fun. Indeed, they looked more fun than the Slovakian Death Slide weŽd encountered at a service station. That contraption hurtled the unwary downwards, then shot them into the air, about three feet from the floor. Taller kids hit the ground running, but smaller ones pitched forwards onto their faces in the sand.

We stopped for a massive and very tasty meal. I ended up taking doggy bags away with me. It was getting ...

We stopped in another city in the Czech Republic for a couple days to get a feel for a non-touristy area. Brno (Czechs really dont waste their time with vowels, do they?) is on first impression a lot more drab than Prague. Our pension (guesthouse) was in the outskirts of town past some rundown houses with broken windows and graffiti, and Jesse was a little disappointed at first. After we got to know ...

... wouldn't connect! But the clothes got washed and we were treated to a good old thunder storm. Dave had read about a little town called Kutna Hora which was not far from Prague, so we thought we would stop in on our way. It is a lovely medieval town with a great cathedral and lots of little ally ways and cobble stone streets. One of the main attractions of this town is the Bone chapel, which we thought we would have a little ...

... okay, a little superficial perhaps, but the architecture here beats the **** out of ours. Every city we go to is amazing. 4. Cheap, good beer- At least in the Czech. It's the best in the world and costs a buck at a restaurant/bar. Sorry, I am a college guy, so this makes the list. there are more to come, but I haven't written them down, so I'll update as I remember, which will most likely happen this weekend, because most come out of frustration during travel!

... to class, so I will spend the rest of the afternoon visiting Brno and meeting with Anna (HC:anizka). She is a cool girl, as I was her first encounter with HC I think she was a bit stress to know what would happen. :D I guess the fact that I was slightly ill and not to keen on turning long around before making a decision made thing easier, after a walk in the city and a stop at the computer class at university, we ended up having ...

... while Ross enlightened me about all the factories and what they do, as well as the economic situation, both past and current, in Ostrava, and going to the bunkers (a defense system surrounding the Czech Republic, built between WWI and WWII). The bunkers are fortresses of varying sizes, built about every 250 yards apart with gun turrets and the works. It was an excellent real-life look at an aspect of the famous war which really wasn't that long ago. I wish the ...

... as I can keep from saying "a bit" every 5 seconds, I'm happy. But I like Simon, he's a great guy to have a conversation with. He's interesting. Same with Enrique, he's really nice. Oh, so at our soccer game two days ago, it was 4 on 4 and every player was from a different country. The countries were: USA, Germany, Italy, Spain, Finland, Austria, France, and I can't remember the last one unfortunately. It was pretty cool. P.S. Look at the photos from the first couple of days.

... my bikini, grab the tube and walk to the starting point. I float around, go down a rapid, go under a bridge, go down a second rapid, and almost miss the end point. If I miss the end point I float on to the next village about an hour away and have to walk back barefoot, which is no good. I make a valiant effort to reach the quay and succeed, just barely, to get back to my starting point to grab my flipflops and towel. But then I think, if once was fun why not go again? So I get ...