So it was pouring with rain again when I went to Cesky Krumlov. Having frozen half to death on the three hour bus journey, it wasn't too far from the bus station to the hostel, but flip flops, cobbles and rain aren't the best combination. When will I learn about wearing flip-flops in the rain? I've decided the only people that can get away with it are Australians, who live in their "thongs".
I'm staying in a cute little hostel in an old building right in the middle of the gorgeous old town of Cesky Krumlov, which is tucked into a small bend in the Vlatava river, overlooked by the fantastic castle with a lovely decorated pink fairy-tale tower. Since its so unspoilt, its a Unesco world Heritage site. And it is incredibly pretty. The rain was so miserable that first afternoon, and after falling down some slippery stairs in damp flip flops, and then walking straight into a locker door, I decided it was safer to stay put and went to sleep.
Later I met some guys from Western Australia who were playing (yawn) chess, but we had a laugh anyway down in the lively, raucous bar beneath the hostel.
The following day the weather was great, the sun was shining and the birds were singing, so I went up to the castle, where you can take a tour of the Renaissance and Baroque apartments of the aristocratic families that lived there back in the day. They were pretty rich I'd say. The highlight is the amazing ballroom which is painted all around with bizarre and slightly bizzare cartoony pictures of strange looking ladies and gentlemen dancing at a masked ball. There is also a lovely formal garden which would be a nice place to relax if the weather stays sunny.
I probably have enough pictures of old buildings now. I have to stop. On my last day in Cesky Krumlov, I was walking through the town square when I found out about this "mediaval tournament" thing up near the castle gardens. So I went to investigate with a guy from the hostel. It was all in Czech, but the basic idea was a load of dashing young men dressed as knights trying to impress the pretty blonde princess, doing clever stunts on horses, and even the horses were in costume. It was all a lot of cleverly staged fighting, trying to knock each ther off their horses. The main contenders where her true love, and the best, an arrogant blonde guy who looked like a Disney prince. But to cut a long story short, after 90 minutes of competition, the blonde guy came second to the other guy, but then in a fit of rage, murdered him. Then, to a chorus of boos from the crowd, tried to carry away the struggling princess, even hitting her. But just in the nick of time, the knight who'd come a close third showed up, and saved the day, and whisked her away on his horse, and they lived happily ever after. The End.
I might hang aroung here to se if a knight in shining armour comes and sweeps me off on his horse, but perhaps I'll just head back to Prague and on to Krakow.