We took a mega bike ride today, the wife and I. The plan was to bike up along the Vltava, past the zoo, and on up to Kralupy, which we had heard was 15 kilometers, but that was a lie, have lunch, and then bike back.
I half expected Helena to fade and want to turn back early but, I must confess, today I was the weak link. There were a couple of minor problems with my borrow-a-bike (cool Prague program, you pay a bit to sign up but then you can pick up a bike at any of several points around town, and drop it off at another), but that wasn’t it. H thinks it’s because I got stoned before we set out, which may have been a factor, but I always do that. For whatever reason, I was lagging behind.
After we’d gone about 10 kilometers, we saw the first sign and it said Kralupy 17.
Then, when the cable to my hand brake just snapped and stopped working, we decided to turn back, but then I realized I had the old fashioned kind, kick back on the pedals, so we continued.
We finally got to Kralupy about 4 and had lunch at the Sport Hotel. They assured us they were open as they walked us through the large, elegantly laid out and totally empty banquet hall and out onto the terrace where two old men were drinking, one beer, one coffee, and I think coffee worked there.
Anyway, the food was fine, the view was fine, and I learned that Kralupy was either an ancient Czech word meaning bark stripping, or something to do with stealing chickens. I thought that rather humorous. Bark stripping by day, chicken stealing by night. An industrious sort of place.
We felt well refreshed by the meal, but decided to take the train back.
I still feel sore.