NOone disturbed me as I packed up camp, save a fast, fat lizard making its way to the wood pile, and a toad hiding in the corner of the WC.
It was still 50miles to Brno and the start of the Eurovelo 9 route, so I decided to take the train from Zd’ár nad Sazavou. I still had damp clothes from washing them at the hotel and I fancied a day off to go sightseeing. I got to Zd’ár-n-Saz and found a place that sold porridge oats (yay! Was getting low), then made my way to the station and purchased a ticket for me and Ro, on the slow train (only 1hour 33mins for what would have taken me two days) for the princely sum of £1.15. Would have been £2.15 for the fast train – but I’m not in a hurry.
A guy called Eric was very helpful and assisted me onto the train with Rowenna – it was another steep climb up steps into the carriage. At least this station had a lift that just about fit me and the bike and the luggage in – it would have been a pain getting to platform three otherwise. I would have liked to spend more time in Zd’ár N Saz but I’ll settle for Brno instead.
There’s something very comforting about the swaying and rocking and sound of the wheels on the tracks of a train. The list of names of the stations we pause at is mesmerising too – Ovoce, Listecky, Sklene, Krizanov, Orechov, Rikanim, Dolni Louky, Tisnov – then, with the rickety tack, clickety click , I fall asleep, of course.
Woke in good time to untie Rowenna and clamber off the train in ungainly fashion. Brno is a Big City! Second largest in Czech Republic and capital of Morovia.
I book into cheap Hostel John Galt (Who IS, or was, John Galt?) on the third floor of a building also containing a night club, a Feng Shui master and a keepfit place. Fortunately there’s a lift for Rowenna again – a tight squeeze, like the one at the station, but we manage. The receptionist is a studious young man (studying finance, he says) with his books and computer open at the desk – he shows me to a bedded dormitory which I have to myself – at least for this first night.
He continues to study the entire time I am hanging up the damp laundry, unpacking stuff and making up the top bunk. There was a bit of an unknown and unsavoury looking stain in a corner of the mattress so I decided to turn it around. As I’m wrestling with it, half of the slats holding it in place decide to fall out. Much hilarity as I reconstruct the bed and finish turning the mattress around, balancing it on my head, whilst balancing myself on a chair.
So tonight I decide on retreating from the world entirely and go to ‘Cinema City’ to see Captain America. Tomorrow – sightseeing in Brno.
It was still 50miles to Brno and the start of the Eurovelo 9 route, so I decided to take the train from Zd’ár nad Sazavou. I still had damp clothes from washing them at the hotel and I fancied a day off to go sightseeing. I got to Zd’ár-n-Saz and found a place that sold porridge oats (yay! Was getting low), then made my way to the station and purchased a ticket for me and Ro, on the slow train (only 1hour 33mins for what would have taken me two days) for the princely sum of £1.15. Would have been £2.15 for the fast train – but I’m not in a hurry.
A guy called Eric was very helpful and assisted me onto the train with Rowenna – it was another steep climb up steps into the carriage. At least this station had a lift that just about fit me and the bike and the luggage in – it would have been a pain getting to platform three otherwise. I would have liked to spend more time in Zd’ár N Saz but I’ll settle for Brno instead.
There’s something very comforting about the swaying and rocking and sound of the wheels on the tracks of a train. The list of names of the stations we pause at is mesmerising too – Ovoce, Listecky, Sklene, Krizanov, Orechov, Rikanim, Dolni Louky, Tisnov – then, with the rickety tack, clickety click , I fall asleep, of course.
Woke in good time to untie Rowenna and clamber off the train in ungainly fashion. Brno is a Big City! Second largest in Czech Republic and capital of Morovia.
I book into cheap Hostel John Galt (Who IS, or was, John Galt?) on the third floor of a building also containing a night club, a Feng Shui master and a keepfit place. Fortunately there’s a lift for Rowenna again – a tight squeeze, like the one at the station, but we manage. The receptionist is a studious young man (studying finance, he says) with his books and computer open at the desk – he shows me to a bedded dormitory which I have to myself – at least for this first night.
He continues to study the entire time I am hanging up the damp laundry, unpacking stuff and making up the top bunk. There was a bit of an unknown and unsavoury looking stain in a corner of the mattress so I decided to turn it around. As I’m wrestling with it, half of the slats holding it in place decide to fall out. Much hilarity as I reconstruct the bed and finish turning the mattress around, balancing it on my head, whilst balancing myself on a chair.
So tonight I decide on retreating from the world entirely and go to ‘Cinema City’ to see Captain America. Tomorrow – sightseeing in Brno.
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