Our introduction to the Czech Republic was an ever increasingly back road landscape which started in Austria and blended into the Czech Republic, the only indication we'd crossed the border being the unrecognisable text on occasional road signs. We drove for what seemed like forever before seeing any trace of civilisation, instead seeing more and more tracks designated for push bikes only. Finally we reached a road which lined a farm's paddocks, then after a long while, we saw some powerlines, then after a very long while we saw another person!
By late afternoon we had made our way to Český Krumlov which was our destination of choice (recommended once again by Andi). A beautiful town with lovingly ornate buildings built into the rock face, cobblestoned streets and a river flowing through it's heart.
Our introduction to the Czech Republic was an ever increasingly back road landscape which started in Austria and blended into the Czech Republic, the only indication we'd crossed the border being the unrecognisable text on occasional road signs. We drove for what seemed like forever before seeing any trace of civilisation, instead seeing more and more tracks designated for push bikes only. Finally we reached a road which lined a farm's paddocks, then after a long while, we saw some powerlines, then after a very long while we saw another person!
By late afternoon we had made our way to Český Krumlov which was our destination of choice (recommended once again by Andi). A beautiful town with lovingly ornate buildings built into the rock face, cobblestoned streets and a river flowing through it's heart.
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