On the way to Trebic we see a Velorex 3 wheeler. Brilliant. We park up at the campsite in the hook of the river (eaten alive by mosquitoes – this seems a common theme since Graz, but in combination with wasps a particular Czech speciality). The place is nearly empty when we arrive, and is filled with weeping willows and surrounded by the cute little huts to rent. We are joined by a few other travellers (for some strange reason a dutch couple decide to park right next to us) and with a bit of guitar serenading from a travelling builder, we have our loaded cheese (nakladanej hermelin – delicious) and pickled herring (disgusting). The morning is spent starting my speech – nightmare – and preparing to move on.
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