A Fun Road Trip

 

Justin locking his car in Brno

We took a day trip, first to another picturesque village in the countryside where we picked up 100 frames and other bee supplies to update the three new hives.  (There have not been any more swarms to capture as the "summer" has turned unseasonably cold and wet, go figure.)  Then we headed north to one of the Republic's larger cities, Brno.  Justin and Michaela are building a small rental cabin on their property and needed some appliances, so we drove to Brno to pick up a small refrigerator purchased online from a hostel. 

Arrival at the hostile in Brno

The GPS does not account for or recognize such things as intersections turned into round-abouts or construction zones, of which there were many, so after arriving in Brno, it took us an hour and four phone calls to find this lovely place.  Deep in the city, we found ourselves in situations so tight that I had to get out and maneuver the trailer by hand while Justin turned the SUV around; I don't know what we'd have done had we been driving an eighteen wheeler.  However, as you can see, we made it.
With only the best of intentions, I can say that we're fairly certain this particular neighborhood has on file an application for gentrification funding. 



 



Vigilantly waiting for the kind
old manager to open the front door

 Justin had to call the seller (who was not on these premises) to get the seller to call the hostel manager to come to the front door; apparently the front door bell only works for certain people.  And, yes that's one of three dumpsters and four trash cans -- "curb appeal..  And yes, that's locked iron gates in front of the locked glass doors.  And yes,

I know you're thinking that's a strange way for a hostel to welcome young foreign visitors to their city. 

I think times have changed, and  I can only imagine this ain't Kansas Toto. 

  



Looking south
down the street from the Hostel

 

 

It wasn't the "happy place" you go to meditate; looking down the street was more like viewing the O.K. Corral at High noon.  Alas, big cities are what they are.

 

How'd you say we're
gonna tie this down?

The manager took us down a hall to a room that was full of refrigerators.  Justin paid the large, gnarly, sweaty, and shirtless manager, we picked up one of the refrigerators that felt quite warm, and carried it out to the trailer.  I recall hearing the iron doors locking behind us. 
Justin said, "Boy, there were a lot of refrigerators in that room."  To which I replied, "Yeah, sorta like someone high jacked a... maybe we should just tie it down and get outta here."
Of course we arrived home safely, installed the refrigerator in the cabin, and told Justin that we did not want to go on any more day trips to "the city."