We
left Stara Boreslav initially on quiet town roads. We stopped by the cathedral
on the way out hoping the doors would be closed, as we wanted to take a
photograph of the beautifully carved wooden doors. Alas it was not to be.
Our road merged with a
main road and then it was pretty busy for about 2km, unpleasantly so in fact.
We passed the local airport where small craft, the size of powered hang gliders
were taking off and landing. We eventually found the side road, supposedly the
cycle route 24 which took us down to the river. We were to follow it all day
until we turned north to our pension near Tisice. In fact we never saw a single
sign for the route 24 and most people were walking or cycling or roller blading
on the other (south side) of the river. We think it likely the cycle path 24
has been re-routed.
The big news today is
that we saw our first fish caught. We have passed hundreds of fishermen camped
beside the river but have never seen any fish caught. The fish was caught by a
young girl near the river. Her father was sitting the other side of the cycle
track, near their tent, shouting instructions. He did however get up to help
her land it. It was about the size of a plaice, but it wasn't a flat fish. It
wasn't very lively and didn't seem to put up any fight. I don't think I'd fancy
anything caught in the Labe south of Spinleruv Mlyn! (N.B. Shiel thought it was
a son, not a daughter, with long hair".)
It got pretty hot as
the day wore on and we were again looking for shade trees. We turned off to
Chrast, about 1pm and reached the pension, Monika, about 1:30pm. A bit too
early to book in. We walked past to a petrol station to get a couple of what
looked like orange drinks and the main taste was orange but they had a
peculiar, what can best be described as sewage works odour. It's four hours
since we had them and we are both OK.
When we first walked
past the pension everything was locked up but on returning from the petrol
station we saw they were getting a delivery and so we could get in through one
door. It turned out to be the young delivery man leaving who indicated we
should be trying the other locked door. Luckily for us an older man came out of
the "wrong door" and saw us trying to raise the pension by phone. It
turned out he spoke a little german so communication could be established. It
turns out the pension is run by his son-in-law next door. He took us through
the "wrong door" and around the back through the garden to join up
with the pension where he found his son-in-law who I had talked to on the
phone, and who also speaks some German. We are now in our room which is of much
the same standard as all the ones we have had so far. We have had 3 power cuts
within the space of two hours though. Did I mention we've seen more lightning
displays in the last 3 weeks than in our 35 years in NZ!
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