Buses, trains, bones and Danes

We are near experts at the bus/train/tram/metro thing by now, in large part due to Tom’s keen sense of direction. I was hoping (before the trip) that he would step up to the plate on the transportation issue and he really has. I feel confident putting myself in his hands at this point.



The weather has been holding and I have been wearing my short sleeved shirts which is a welcome break from the same three shirts that I have been wearing for 3 weeks now. When we went to the front desk at our. hostel, our friend Miraslov informed us that there was possible rain in the forecast for the day. I went back upstairs for my never before used umbrella, just in case. The rain never materialized but somewhere, someone is sporting a brand new, pretty pink umbrella (that I thoughtfully left on the train for them).



We rode the train from Prague to Kutna Hora. It is a town about 40 miles and a $6.oo/ 1 hour train ride away. We arrived and jumped on a local bus that took us into town. We wandered around the old part of town and saw the beautiful Santa Barbara church. Tom went looking for a meal promised by our good friend Rick Steves at a Czech/Italian restaurant. I was sort of happy when the restaurant didn’t have a clue what he was talking about when he asked for the “Spaghetti with kielbasa swimming in catsup”. He settled for a pizza with salami and loved it.



After seeing a few other sights we headed for the famous “Bone Church”. Thousands of bodies were unearthed and the bones were used to decorate the church. I will let the photos that I post speak for themselves. My favorite “decoration” was a skeleton with a bird (made of bones) on his shoulder, sitting like a pirates pet. The funny part is that the bird is pecking the skeleton’s eye out. Really… it’s funny!



As we left the church I was approached by an American couple who had spotted Tom’s Rick Steves guidebook. They were looking for help to get back to the train. The four of us teamed up and chatted the entire walk to the station. They were from Chicago and I was getting a kick out of his accent, which was like so many I heard growing up. At the station another couple heard the four of us laughing and speaking English and quickly joined the party. They were New Yorkers so we pretty much had the US covered.

Dinner was “U Fleku” part 2. We had such good time the first night that we decided to go for a repeat performance. We had to settle for just an accordion player, but we enjoyed the company of some Germans at our table (you sit family style in the Czech Republic) and the Danes at the next table over were entertaining. The one Danish guy told Tom “More valuable than diamonds or gold is a blonde woman”. My kind of guy!