This adorable medieval town of twinkling brooks and mystical
turrets will forever live within my memory as the place I witnessed the end of
an eight year iron fisted domination of the greatest sporting spectacle in NSW
and QLD. That is right ladies and gentleman, in this ancient town of beer and
bears I watched Trent Hodkinson cross the line with 8 minutes on the clock and
seal an extraordinary victory the might blues. Cockroaches!! Is it the end of
dynasty? I doubt it, the QLD team is the greatest ever assembled in living
history, but we will take 2014 with both hands and drink from its glorious cup
in all of its Todd Carney inspired glory!
Anywho Cesky Krumlov. What a place this is! Woooo! Czech
Republic delivered! Although to be honest after Vienna, anywhere with something
interesting to do was a welcome a relief, I mean Baghdad would’ve been fun
after that boring ass place. But this little town in the south west of the Czech
Republic is one the most well preserved medieval towns in Europe. Drifting down
the river in a canoe and watching the world slowly drift by, drinking beer
brewed by smoke, eating my body weight in parts of a pig that should never be
consumed (in this instance pork neck, knee and knuckle were on the menu) and
traversing through a castle where the prince threw a local lass out the window
because she said no to him, were just some of the highlights. It was a dam good
introduction to the world of the Czechs.
