Olomouc

The capital of Moravia, aka the other side of the Czech Republic.

It was amazing. It's a town of about 100 000 people, though it feels like 50.
When we got to the hostel, which is owned by two expat Aussies, we were greeted with cups of tea, jolly giggles, and a detailed map of the very best things to do. The furthest thing away from our hostel was 15 minutes walking which is my favourite thing.

We went out for a wee walk around the town, and came back promptly at 5pm for home made chocolate cake -better than my secret recipe - and a custard pie. It was someones birthday. We were also served champagne. After that we went out with the birthday celebrators for an authentic Czech meal, which is actuallz pretty gross, and then some beers at the university pub. Becuase of the boiled dough balls, I didnt last long and promptly went to bed.

The next day we watched the astronomical clock. The communists rebuilt it, and lets just say, it's special in its own peculiar way. I have actually realized that I hype on the crappy communist architecture a lot. But they are terrible.
We wandered around for a bit, and then headed to the best tea shop ever. For about 7 dollars, I had a pot of the best tea Himalayan tea, some great hummous, and Sahlep..whatever that is.
Then - the highlight of the day - a visit to the Arch Diocese museum. Our party got yelled at no less than 10 times. I dread any further visits to any house of god.
I got yelled at because I tried to read a micro sign title of a painting which forced me to enter within 40cm of the proximity of the painting. We were perfectly respectful, but because of these torments Spencer and I decided the best retribution was to make out in the jewelry room. I'm only immature when duty calls.
Speaking of which, the Catholics are loaded. Those Jewels are gi-normous.

That night we went bowling. I broke 50 barely. We played with our adopted Australian Dave, and a couple from Boston.

The next day, as per the post above, we biked out to the pond where three of us stripped to our knickers and took a chilly dive in. After that - another visit to the beloved tea room and a trip to a national hockey game. This, by the way, costs 3 dollars. The opposing team was a bit like Italian Soccer Players in that they fell to the ice and cried like babies incessantly...to the point where the referees ignored them and a fight almost broke out.
During the first intermission, three tennis balls were thrown into the crowd. Clayton caught one and for some reason gave it to me. Next intermission, I had to go out on the ice with this two other boys and attempt to hit a puck into a little round hole. I missed, but I got a grab bag with a women's magazine, and this dvd for called Girls Want I 2. Essentially its soft porn for the 12 year olds. Many a giggle was had over that.

The night ended with the hostel occupants attacking the free clothing box and playing dress up. I will have to show pictures as no words will do justice to the debauchery.

Now we are off to Vienna. Im rather sad to leave this place.