the castle room |
OK, so, anyway, we're
staying in this rather swanky hotel with very few guests (off season
reason) and were asked if we plan to eat in the restaurant that
evening. We hadn't thought about it but simple thought telepathy had
us agreeing that no, we didn't plan to eat there that night. We wanted
to explore around and find our own restaurant. In our “castle”
room, (the least pricey), when I tried to press the doohickey to
flush, it came apart, so to speak. [;-P “aha”] I went
immediately to report the "serious problem" to the front desk lady receptionist. She
said she would send someone immediately; sooner as it turned out. The repair man was there before I got back fiddling with the doohickey a couple times and pronounced the toilet “fixed”.
This paragraph has been amended, let's move on to the next one.
Main St., Hluboka |
Hotel Podhrad |
Third: Hunting for food—The hour was latish but we wanted to reconnoiter the area to see what was to
be seen with more time the next day—a kind of sneak preview, as it
were. Ha, gotcha! Gotcha? Whassis 'gotcha' crap? We walked around the real Zamek Castle, reconnoitering, and then headed down the hill to
town hunting for a restaurant. It occurs to me, while walking
downhill, that primitive man also had to go hunting for his food,
just as we were doing in a strange town. Hluboka is a small town, off
season, empty streets, closed up shops! Uh-oh, we start wondering if we'll
find a place that's open. We notice the Hotel Podhrad restaurant at
the bottom of the slope that looks like the only one open, so, hotel
restaurants not usually being a good choice, we get a little
confidence and decide to walk up the empty main street of town in
search of a second and possibly third opinion restaurant. We don't
have to go far to realize that – nada, and decide it's the hotel
restaurant or starve—the same dilemma facing primitive man.
We
chose the restaurant over starvation and the food turned out to be
excellent—as was the wine and the companionship.
After a very good hoof up
the moderately steep hill, we go to our room and good road buddy
uses the loo, but the doohicky to flushit comes apart again,
embarrassingly enough if it were anybody other than me. Off to the
front desk, again, to report the "more serious problem" with the toilet
doohickey....
Next episode: Fourth:
Hunting for a flushable toilet...
To be cont'd.
2 comments:
not even a king sized bed in the castle….and no doo hickey…oh, oh…I think this is not going to end well. (I think, too, you have too much time on your hands)
R
Honey, at my age no one has too much time!
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