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Tuesday, 30 December 2008

The Dawgs Travel Diary: Another day, another chu-chu train....this time to Southern Bohemia


After lunch, the dawgs and The Nashman raced to the central train station.

...but first we needed to buy some high brow literature.

Would you believe that the vending machine failed to deliver my purchase!! The Nashman pounded on the glass and shook the machine a bit. This set off the motion sensors and completely disabled the machine. I love Austria, but with this incident, I couldn't help but compare it to big brother Switzerland. In Switzerland, this would not have happened. The machines would have been well oiled and very precise.

Yes, it was now time to go on a real adventure. We only have names of the places we wanted to visit in Southern Bohemia and keeping with the whole 'bahala na' theme of this trip, we did not bring a guidebook or a phrasebook.

Right, we seem to be on the right train.

His Royal Orangeness Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit find our couchette and make themselves comfy.

...and we begin an intensive language course. There seem to be lots of v's and y's in the Czech language.

Our goal for today is Ceske Budejovice. We then asked the rail attendant where the restaurant carriage was so that HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit, and The Nashman could ingest some comestibles and imbibe some libations, but shock horror!, apparently there was NO restaurant car today as it was being refurbished!!! Eeek! Thankfully, we packed some nibbles to keep us alive for the 4 hour journey....

...The countryside from Salzburg to Southern Bohemia is indeed beautiful. The train stopped for a bit on the border town of Summerau where the Austrian staff were replaced by the Czechs. All the announcements from henceforth were in a language none of the dawgs or The Nashman studied. Hilarious results were bound to occur in our attempts to communicate with the indigenous peoples of Bohemia.

As in the movies, this is the point where the border guards come to check your passports and since you are a stowaway/spy/Jason Bourne, you quietly slip unnoticed and hide in the toilet/under a girl's dress until the coast is clear. Unfortunately, since the Czech Republic acceded into the big superstate we now know as The EU, there are no more borders and the attendants just want to see your tickets.

We arrived in Ceske Budejovice on time. As you can see, Latin or Greek roots do not seem to apply as the word for platform sounds like "Nash pissed".

Mmmm, art deco. No trace of the brutalistic Soviet architecture.

We correctly assumed that red still means "bawal pa tumawid, gago"

In keeping with PA/PR Gromit's challenge of looking for rooms above pubs, we found this one whose reception looks very 70s/80s! We loves!

HRO Karl Willem and PA/PR Gromit inspect the monetary artwork..

...the imagery is certainly is more interesting than the € designs!

The Nashman's very FIRST deposit on Czech soil! It was but a dream to come here, now it's reality.

The Nashman takes his very first shower on Czech soil before going out to mingle with the natives.

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