Lost in Translation

The last two days we have had some wifi challenges but we are good to go again.  Leaving the quaint and peaceful village of Telč we hopped on a bus and travelled through the beautiful, green, pastoral countryside.  We used a "Student Agency" bus line (student is just a name) and could these guys teach Greyhound a thing or two.  Modern, clean buses with airline style seats complete with personal entertainment system.  They even had a "stewardess" who passed out complimentary coffee, tea or hot chocolate as well as newspapers (which is fine if you read Czech).  

Leaving the countryside behind we headed into the industrial heartland of the Cech Republic.  Brno is a bustling, somewhat worn working man's city.  We browsed the streets for awhile then settled into a dinner at the Wood Eagle Steak House, another subterranean vaulted cellar.   As we were heading out at the crack of dawn we packed it in early.  

The Next Day.

We knew from the very start that this leg of our journey was going to be the most logistically complex bit.  We boarded the bus in Brno at 7:15 and headed to Ostrava where we had a connection to take us to Kraków.  We had planned for an hour layover in Ostrava, but as everything was going way too smoothly, fate intervened.  Two traffic accidents delayed our bus so that we arrived late and through language difficulties and general confusion we ended up having to take the tram all the way across town to the train station.   Arriving at the ticket office we were told the only available seats were on the 5 o'clock bus, and it was now 11:30.   Having no other option we settled in for the 5 1/2 hour wait.   If anyone ever asks what there is to do in Ostrava the quick answer is, "not too damn much".   The time passed and we boarded the bus.  We finally arrived in Kraków at 9 p.m.   No pictures today.  Plenty tomorrow.