Set in a picturesque valley along the Vltava River, the little town is stuck in time, circa the 15th and 16th centuries. It is a little quaint oasis on built right up to the banks of the river. The village is small enough to see in an afternoon so we just strolled around the streets, popped into a few shops, walked up to the hilltop castle, and watched the rafters on the river below.
We left early the next morning and headed to the tiny train station for the next leg of our journey to Vienna. Mike was feeling a bit disappointed at this point. He had been on the lookout for a particular Czech beer, Velkopopovický Kozel, to cross off his list and had no luck finding it. The elusive beer proved to be as complicated to find as it was to pronounce and with our time in Czech Republic drawing to a close, it was becoming apparent that he wouldn't be crossing that one off his list. Never say "never," though! The train station was little more than a platform, but there was a tiny pub with a tiny outdoor garden next to it. Behold, they had the beer Mike was after and they were open. The only question at that point was, “How early is too early in the day for a beer?” Coffee for me, thanks, but since Mike is such a determined fellow he did what he needed to do to reach his goal. At approximately 8:10 a.m. Mike had the first beer served that day at the tiny shack of a pub… Or so we assume it was the first pint served that day. Success! Na zdravi, again!
This trip incorporated Prague and Vienna via train so on our way to Vienna we stopped for a night in a wonderful little village on the south border of Czech Republic called Český Krumlov.