24/09/03 — Cesky Krumlov
And now I'm esconced in the best little hostel, windy stairs in an ancient merchant's house right in the old centre of town, great little bar downstairs, good music, nice seeming people. My only regret is that Krystal isn't here to share in the fun.
Cesky Krumlov has been this amazing interlude of peaceful
camaraderie. I met up with four guys, Scott from
Sydney, Miles from Wellington, Caibhan from Canada
now living in London and Sam from Hampshire. They're
all really smart and into film and music and history
and the conversations have been superb (this is pretty
unusual for hostel folk in my experience). Scott works
as an environmental economist, Miles is a lawyer, Caibhan
is a choral singer and composer and Sam has just finished
an art and film degree. We've spent the last three
nights drinking and talking together. Tuesday night
started at 4pm and didn't end till 2am. I'm not a beer
drinker, but to give you an indication of prices: there
are 18 crowns to an aussie dollar and a half litre
of beer costs between 22 and 25 crowns. A shot of absinth
is 50 crowns, mugs of warm spiced mead are 45.
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| ^^ Kittens playing in a yard | ^^ Cesky Krumlov is the sort of magical town I adore, filled with canals and old stonework |
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| ^^ More views of the canals | ^^ The guys: (l-r) Scott, Caibhan, Miles, Sam |
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| ^^ Views of the town | ^^ Cesky Krumlov from the bridge to the Castle |