We decided to stop at a little market in the middle of nowhere. It was here that we made friends with “Tretchen”, a hearty loaf of bread that would accompany us for the rest of the trip. If you can guess how we came up with this name, please email me for a handsome reward.
We spotted a scenic shack, so we whipped a Uy in our beast for a quick photo op.
We arrived in Cesky Krumlov and began exploring. The old castle stands guard over the village.
Many things are legal here, apparently walking like an Egyptian is not one of them.
We stumbled into the castle and began climbing up the tower for a better view.
We passed the dungeon on the way up.
The view from the watch tower was quite impressive.
Yep, real live man-eating bears in the moat. Just like the old days.
Alex peering out over his city.
We made our way back down the long spiral staircase into the main courtyard of the castle.
Alex caught in a photographic moment.
After having a traditional meal of meat and potatoes, we headed back to the car only to discovered it had a nice, big, fat boot on it. Before we could figure out the best course of action, the nice Policii that booted our car came by. After a quick exchange of 20 Euros, we were on our way. We hit the autobahn in our speedster and drove into the night. Our destination, Munich.
After arriving in Munich, we decided to sit down and eat a piece of Tretchen. He would have wanted us to enjoy him.
We found some free internet and dumped pictures off our cards. Then we walked back to our rental for a good night’s sleep.
We awoke and pulled the dirty clothes down from the inside of the windows of our rental car. We headed out to find Munich in full bustle.
Munich was the last stop in our Europe adventure and by this time we had become quite exhausted. We took it easy before hitting the road back towards Switzerland to ditch the rental and catch our last train. We of course continued to push our car to it’s limits.
After getting caught by the train conductor for having a forged rail pass, we smoothed things over and hung out with Tretchen for the rest of the ride. Hard not to love the guy.
Our last hurdle was sleeping in the airport without getting robbed again. Hearing this guy snore though was enough to send me back to the same escalator we got robbed under last year, my only option for a decent night’s sleep.
Our European adventures had come to an end. Hopefully more to be had next year…