My Prague Couchsurfing Experience

Disclaimer
My native language is not english. I'm using this language in order to provide a vivid memory of the events hereby related to a maximum number of persons. Therefore, mistakes and unproper use of language are to be expected.

Walk to abandoned missile site in Miskovice and to medieval castle ruins in Jenstejn

Following two sucessfull walking parties in the last two Saturdays, it was decided to create a third event. This one had an additional flavour: a group of citizens of the world and notable couchsurfers were hitchiking from Berlin to Prague for the weekend and a fair number of these persons would join us in such a journey.

I wouldn't be able to join the party at the departure spot. Accordingly to the plan I would take their bus somewhere along the route. And so it was. Sucessfull "rendezvous". Nice group. Eighteen persons, if I counted correctly.

The day was marvellous. Warm and sunny, still, not too hot for such a long walk. Reaching the missile base from the terminal bus stop was a piece of cake. Proper road, then a fine trail and there we were, by the first bunker entrance. Some explored, some just laid outside, enjoying the rare beans of sun. Then, another bunker, and finally the group set the temporary camp for the picnic and relaxing period. The first part of the program was almost over and soon we start packing for the next move.

A wide plain field ahead of us. We walked in a sweet moment of common conversation along an extended line of people. We were heading towards an old renovated chateau where horsed are now the kings. Bautifull building, painted in yellow, shining walls in a bright afternoon. We entered the chateau area by the front gate, and used a backdoor to penetrate the woods southwest Vynor. By this point, a small group got behind, lost in the grounds of the chateau. The rest of us halted and two elements went back to rescue the missing comrades. A smaller problem in an outstanding moment.

By the pond the group patiently waited and finally started moving again in its way to the village of Jentstein. A few kilometers ahead we entered Jentstejn and almost imediately the magnificent medieval tower was spoted. Some of us walked along the pictoresque streets of the embankment. A few others went straight to the local pub. In the end, all met around a long table, drinking beer and eating "hermelin". The harmony of the moment was broken by a brutal notice: we had to take the bus back "home" in 20 minutes. And we were 2,5 km far from the stop. The whole group rushed. And finally we got there. We caught the bus, but it was definitely a close call.

and then Anne, Ruben, Cory, Patricia's friend and a couple of girls that I don't know the names and for that I apologize. My memory is not increasing and continued consuption of alchool in Prague is not helping.