Friday, September 14, 2007
To Teplice and Beyond
After Prague, we took the train north to Teplice National Park, a forest interspersed with unusual rock formations near the border with Poland. Signs in German and Czech provide vague clues as to what the rock formations were supposed to resemble - a sleeping monk, an eagle, etc...
We rose early and often to get to our next destination in time. Here we are in Prague, at dawn's crack.. That's Winnie from Syndey and Joe from Vancouver.
Prague's subway, like many European systems, relies on the 'honor system.' Passengers are duty-bound to buy a ticket and validate-stamp it in these yellow machines. If a guard making a spot check finds a passegner without a validated ticket, a whopping fine would ensue.
As you can see here, nothing indeed, except honor and spot checks, keeps one from waltzing into Prague's subway system...
We travelled five hours due north by train, and in the afternoon we reached Teplice village and settled in at a local guest house.
After lunch, we set off on our hike. This sign is enough to give anybody option paralysis : - )
Finally, Teplice rock formations, standing 50-60 feet high. This is as wild as nature gets in the Czech republic, which is slightly smaller than Maine.
Joe was the trip's master photographer, alternating between a complex camera and a 'point and shoot'. He shot thousands of photos, the best of which can be viewed at his Google photo page.
It was a steep climb to the lookout tower....
But the view was lovely, if somewhat muted in the gloomy weather.
Here I am! The hills are alive, with the sound of Aaron.....
Getting down from the lookout was also a task. Easy does it...
Our bed in the Teplice guest house was colorful but not especially soft or comfortable..
Early the next morning, we crossed the border into Poland....
and by 11am, we were ready for a pitstop in the florid Polish town of Nyza. Later came a delicious and filling lunch before we got back on the road to.... Auschwitz....
Interesting Question....
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