Telc to Znojmo, Czechia — 43.0 mi, 11.4 mph, 2160 ft
Today’s destination would be a great Scrabble word. It’s been fun to see some of the unusual (from an English speaker’s point of view) letter combinations. It seems that just about any letter can be preceded by an “r”. I looked this up and found that in Czech and Slovak (very closely related), r is a “syllable forming” letter. Apparently, there are entire sentences without any vowels. Here’s a fun one: “Prd krt skrz drn, zprv zhlt hrst zrn,” meaning "A mole farted through grass, having swallowed a handful of grains". I found this on Wikipedia, so it must be true!
We had another wonderful breakfast this morning a few hundred meters from the hotel — eggs, sausage, cheese, yogurt, granola, bread, butter, jam, juice, coffee. What’s not to like. The answer to that question is… rain! It was raining steadily as we pedaled out of town, stopping briefly at an ATM to get more Czech korunas or “crowns.” Fortunately, the rain lasted less than an hour, which I was very pleased by. There were plenty of short steep hills early in the day, so we were in no danger of getting very cold. I have an iPhone 8 now (waterproof, or so they say), so I just left it clipped to my handlebars so I could see the route and hear the voice cues. The touch screen, however, is all but useless when completely wet, so I tried not to mess with it.
Drive up ATM machine! |
Kylie with problem chain |
Dex had apparently gotten over his fear of the chain breaking, perhaps through constant exposure. Now that the chain had been shortened four times, getting into the big chainring, was definitely off limits. Instead, they decided to permanently ride in the small one. Slow and steady was the name of the game for the rest of the day.
We seem to have become big fans of chicken schnitzel. For lunch, Meg, Dex, and Kylie chose that while I picked the cream spinach penne. The woman at the restaurant was a good sport about us not speaking any Czech. Ordering food has got to be the easiest situation to deal with when you don’t speak someone’s language. The context is clear, you want food. It’s just a matter of pointing to something on the menu even if you’re not completely sure what it is. Google translate is pretty good, but sometimes, leaves you almost as confused as when you started.
Wildlife! |
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