The Fanta Pants Diaries

Photos from Cesky Krumlov. If any of these are bad, then I give up, cause surely it’s impossible to take a bad photo in such a place as this.

Krumlov. Ok, here’s a couple of shots of Krumlov, to give you an idea of what it looks like.view image 1
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Snowy Krumlov. And here’s one more, but with just a little bit more white stuff.view image

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“Dave, wake up. Wake up.” Bec kissed me on the forehead. “Look, it’s snowing.”

“It’s what now?” I asked dosily

“It’s snowing. Look.”

I sat up in my bed in the 8-bed dorm room and looked to the window. All I could see was a blur of white. Of course I’m blind as hell, so everywhere I look is a blur of some colour. I put on my glasses, got up, and walked over to the window. Then I smiled. A great big goofy grin; the snow was pouring down, huge white flakes swirling in the wind and covering up all the colours we’d seen in the past few days. It was only the second place I’d seen snow fall (the first being Winnipeg in Canada, back in March of this year), and what a place to see it. Bec and I were in Cesky Krumlov, 3 hours south of Prague; a stunning old medieval town that wraps itself around the twisting Vltava river winding itself through the old buildings and past the 13th century castle overlooking the town. We’d been there for three days, having left Loket on Monday November 14th, and had spent those days wandering the old streets, exploring the surrounding hills, and playing UNO for money at the hostel.

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Righto, just a couple more from Loket. The Map. This is the photo of the map that we referred to during our wayward hike. Yeah, that green trail you can see, we weren't on that.view image Trees. This is about the ... [Continue reading this entry]

Ok, so it's been a while between photos, but you're all probably still recovering from that self portrait shot up in the mountains, yeah this one. Nasty, nasty stuff. So, to get you back in the photo swing, here's a ... [Continue reading this entry]

Let's pretend for just a minute that you're in charge of marking the hiking trails around the little town of Loket. Oh, c'mon, everyone likes pretending; Michael Jackson pretends he's a white woman, Dubya pretends he knows where Canada is, ... [Continue reading this entry]

Following the departure of our friends, Bec and I took stock of our situation, and realised we had plenty of time to kill in the Czech Republic. From Czech, our plans were to travel to Germany, onto Holland to meet ... [Continue reading this entry]

The rumour was that Prague is horribly overrun with tourists, so I was preparing to be knocking about shoulder to shoulder with idiot Europeans wandering in packs following a guide with a raised umbrella like sheep following, well, another sheep. ... [Continue reading this entry]

It had to happen eventually, and I guess it started when we got to Krakow and some friendly person decided I would be better off surviving an Eastern European winter with a shitty windcheater rather than my toasty warm fleece, ... [Continue reading this entry]

Having left Zakopane early Sunday morning, we arrived in Krakow, a few hours north, around lunch time. After the standard ten or fifteen minutes of trying to work out where we were on our map, we were still struggling to ... [Continue reading this entry]