Holidays in Šumava offer many opportunities for trips, whether walking or cycling. After yesterday's almost mountaineering performance, we decided on a "lighter" route. The muscles in his legs still echoed after the hike to the Boubín lookout tower. We drove to Strakonice from our nearby campsite Vodník (Vimperk). The plan was originally to have a coffee, see the local sights and have a cultural afternoon ... But that wouldn't be us, after a few tens of minutes we felt a certain tension. Don't we take a few kilometers around Strakonice by bike? Just such an atomic bomb. We took the wheels off the car, jumped into jerseys and traded for the city. Absolutely unprepared, without a map we headed for the streets. Outside the city, we came across the expected bike route, which offered a trip to Hostice. Route No. 1070 offered 8 km to the "film" Hostice. Yup, that's it. We put eight kilometers with a finger in our nose, we thought.
The bike path was pleasant, nicely landscaped, passable and the weather was absolutely ideal. After about one to two kilometers, the trail led us on a rocky path. "Are we still going well"? Well, we reassured ourselves that this was a marked route. So we continue, the road leads steeply uphill through a meadow. What we would like, Šumava is not Pálava. So we step on what it gives. The road still leads uphill, we pass several crossroads, but no markings. So we always make intuitive decisions ... Probably someone forgot to put the road with a brand, or it's a targeted prank. At the next crossroads, we give it up easily. We descend the hill down to the nearest village, also without a sign. I ask the locals where the closest to Hostice is. He smiles slyly, I'd almost say mischievously. He points upwards and says, "You have to go this way, but you step on it, it's still uphill." We're done on the hills, I tell myself. We leave, step on the pedals. Where is the hill? In front of us is a riser like a pig, an unadulterated Šumava crib. The 1-1 gear is sure, the bike doesn't offer me anything better. The sun is roasting wild, my jersey is sweaty, my tongue is sticking to the floor. At times, I feel that I will turn over to the sign, and the hill is getting steeper. The end of heroism, I jump off the bike and climb almost four. Why did I work on makeup in the morning? Also, because I have sunglasses, I'm not really a lady today. I remember Keliska in my memory when she says that she would "like to fuck up". I understand if she was climbing these hills, so I didn't care.
God, I'd like a dewy Pilsen. The refreshment comes in the form of blackberries along the way. Thanks for the gifts. This route is literally the suffering of St. Anthony. We reach the highest point of our route, the horizon is in sight. Hooray. There is a beautiful view of the Šumava landscape. Domove pěkezný !! Finally we are going downhill, the wind pleasantly cools our faces, dries sweaty shirts and Hoštice welcomes us with open arms. We're finally here. We are coming to the village square. Crowds of tourists click the camera and we hear familiar movie buzz and laugh from every side. You may also think of 100 + 1 known quote. There is peace and a special atmosphere. Mustards were worth the effort, we call ourselves.
We look at well-known buildings and take photos to an album. It's fine, we spend about an hour here. If you decide for Hoštice, do not miss the Hoštice Museum. It's really fun, you can see the movie props used in the filming of the famous trilogy. There are plenty of photos, a snack bar and a cool room.
We have already completed the way back "rather" on the road towards Milíkovice.
To make matters worse, my husband stabbed the soul on the way. Apparently it was the revenge of Simon Plánička. Jojo, the original trip to Strakonice became a cycle of anabasis and a struggle for survival. But we won't just forget this trip. Friends, erase the 1070 route from your maps if you don't want to catch up like us.
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