I awoke before dawn in the fog heavy medieval town of Česky Krumlov. Mist veils the castle and lies heavy in the deep ravine splitting the city, its cobbled streets glimmering with morning dew. Pivovar Eggenberg coughs steam from the morning mash an subsequent boil. Yesterday we sat on a stone wall outside this brewery enjoying one if many .5 litres of fermented nectar. Pivo = beer and Pivo Velki = is large beer. One phrase I have learned very well in my few days in the Czech Republic.
In 30 minutes we are catching a train to Českè Budjovicè, and then another to Pilzn... the birthplace of pilsner and the soul-center of Bohemian beer.
We arrived in Prauge 3 days prior, and quickly crossed off the requisite sites. Made our way through smoked pork knuckle, fried ham, cheese, bread and even more beer. It seems the only place you are encouraged not to drink beer is in the Church. We have a long journey ahead an many more beers to drink. I know you all are anxiously awaiting photos, as that is a huge part of the Rhizome's purpose. This post is coming from my phone, and integration of photos from my camera is not happening yet. I will leave you with this:
