Today our mind was set on reaching Prague. Knowing we had no decent lunch we started our 65km Journey towards the camping Cisarska Louka. We climbed a few small hills, while being supported by random high fives from the locals. Upon arrival in prague our hangriness led us towards the greasiest place we could find, KFC was the first thing in sight. After impressing even the waitresses with our stomach capacity, we followed the river until we reached the island where our camping was located. This was the first time money was paid for a place to sleep, so we knew we had to make the most of it. While Anton and Stef did the extra 8 km to get to the nearest discount shop, Yuri and Olivier put on their monkey feet and started building an epic fortress in the trees using Just about everything in our arsenal. On the way back from the store Stef lost a bag in a speedy downhill causing a bottle of precious liquor to break. But we did not worry for a second, as the drink was absorbed by a salty tshirt in the bag, and a new cocktail was invented. When the boys were reunited, they celebrated with an opening ceremony. Even though we wanted to keep drinking, our bodies were in desperate need of a hot shower. The music was moved to the washing area and out of nowhere the bottles of wine appeared too. A couple of hours later we stumbled back to our clothes and were ready to explore Prague. We got on on the nighttrain and dissappeared into the mist. Fade to Black.
The next couple of days were filled with plenty of swims in the river, reading the trilogy of Philip Pullman's 'His dark materials', playing with our Newfound pet (Moxie the cat) and exploring the nightlife of Prague. On the third day J.I.B., a Norwegian guy, arrived on his motorcycle And warned us that the police was searching for a naked crab fisher. We explained he had nothing to worry about since it was us they were looking for. We came home early that morning and caught a lobster In our crabtrap, ate it raw and went for a swim in the river. Stef had cut his foot and went to get a bandaid without clothes on, which someone saw and apparently reported to the police. Understanding the circumstances, the police laughed and went on their way. Over a glass of wine the Norwegian motorcycler shared he was a crab fisherman too, and went out to drinking with us. He gave us a new challenge and promised he would come back after his next boat trip to ride with us for a while.
After filling thrashbag after thrashbag of thrash and making our speciality pasta bolognese for the next days, we climbed our horses of steel again and rode into the sunset.