Green Barley Fields Forever

As this is being written retrospectively due to connectivity issues, it's fair to say that day two was a quiet day compared to  days one and three. That doesn't mean you stop reading now and jump ahead!

After an average sleep of a few hours and being affected by something I've picked up in flight to Prague I got up at 7am after thinking that if I lay there any longer I might get bed sores. We traversed the Tabor village square on a diagonal aspect to dine for breakfast for the grand sum of ~NZD9. Full buffet, just the type of nutrition finely honed cyclist need. A fry up and cakes. I could take a liking to the continental  tradition of cake for breakfast, justified by the wholesome fruit that's used.

So, fed and supplied we head towards Lunice to follow the river to Plana then onto Dirna. We stopped for morning tea in Dirna after deciding in a strategy meeting held the night before that we should make more frequent breaks to ensure we have an adequate intake of nutrition. We are pleased to say that this meeting was conducted without flip charts, Powerpoint presentation, silly games or complimentary backslapping. all we needed was the appropriate information source (a map) and beer.

On the way to Jindrichuv Hradec we stopped at Cervana Lhota Chateau. It is kinda red. The front was packed so we went around the back and looked at it from a bridge. I noted the similarity in colour to a female baboons bum. With that we had to leave.

Jindrichuv Hradec Town Square
(Hankville)

On to Jindrichuv Hradec for lunch. Not much to say about it, it was food. Around this time Hank Minnesota got lost because he'd lost touch with the leading bunch and came to a cross road and the devil wasn't there to help him (here's a quiz for you, who went to the crossroads and got taken by the devil?) Never mind, Hank was eventually located and is still hiding under that alias.

This is where we decided to our first excursion into the Osterreich. We cycled on shitty roads that had been used as border patrol roads in another era stopping off briefly to take in sustenance and a bar in the middle of nowhere. I guess if the crop doesn't do well you can always sell beers and ice cream. Well nourished it was off to the border. When we got there we were so jealous of the Austrian road. Our poor chaffed crotches would have protested if they new what they missed out on. About we turned and bounced our way back through the forest.

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?
Ostereich/Czech Border

We stopped at a village that had disappeared and don't remember it's name because that disappeared with it.

We stopped for a brief look around Smrcna before the merry band of continued on to the stop for the night at Nova Bystrice. Dinner, which led to the piece of poetic wit below (Pam Ayers, get your heart out), beer and bed at 9-ish. Was the sleep good? No, I didn't think the skull was so big to hold the amount of snot that came out of it overnight. Stan said I sounded like I was being strangled.

75kms travelled, a lighter second day, top speed 55kph.

There was a young man called Stan
Who came up with a remarkable plan
He consumed a pork knuckle
And later as luck'll ...
Have it, he shacked up with a man