Hluboka nad Vltavou
At the front desk Ms. Lady Receptionist
is talking with Mr. Whoever, so I bellied up to the bar, so to speak.
Did you see that? Ms. LR
broke off her chat with Mr. W and gave me a not quite “Well, what
now?” look. I said: “Sorry to bother you again, but the toilet
doohickey in my room fell apart—again.” She responded, not
altogether contritely, that it would take some minutes to send the
maintenance man—the same one who “fixed” it the first time. I
assumed. (And I've got an unflushed load on my mind--to put the
frosting squarely on the cake.) I'm beginning to lose my cool and
remind her a bit tight-lipped this is the second
time today this problem has occurred.
Suddenly,
Mr. Whoever, who seems to be somebody with authority, comes to life as if he had suddenly been plugged in and says in
a few words and gestures to follow him. OK, so we go back to the
“castle” room and he in his turn fiddles with the doohicky (which
is obviously broken since the whole thing comes off in your hand) and
says: “It just takes a little time to fill up.” With a straight
face, mind you! “What! Time to fill up you say?” “Yes.” “Oh
really!” says I and yanked the lid off the toilet tank. “Look!
This tank is as empty as it was when I went to the front desk. This
tank is obviously broken, can't you change our room?” putting
the lid emphatically back on the tank with, perhaps, a slight bang!
He nodded solemnly and said: "Yes, please gather your things and we'll
exchange the key card.”
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the king's room |
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splish-splash |
Problem
solved; and the thing that had us in stitches and oohing and aahing is that they gave us an upgraded
room—a “king's” room, which was more than three times as
large as our budget “castle” room. In fact, the green and dark
red pseudo-marble bathroom, was nearly as big as our previous
“castle” room. We just stayed in and lounged around in the
“king's” room for the rest of the evening—and slept, of course,
on a king size bed.
A
fairy tale ending in a fairy tale castle.
In the morning we toured the castle and wandered around pointing the ever present camera here and there. Below is a selected sample of the pictures I like best.
Patience!
Patience! I've come to the end of this absurd but true story.
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Zamek Castle, Hluboka |
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landscape garden |
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Zamek Castle from the side |
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door knob |
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spiral stairs |
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church in downtown Hluboka |
2 comments:
You have found the key to upgrading…always ask for a broken doo hickey. EGGSELLINT!
I would love to know WHO lived in that castle?? What is it's history?
That town is absolutely charming. And loved the photo of the door knob!
R
Yeah, I'm usually pretty tolerant of minor hotel inconveniences, but a bum loo doesn't cut it for tolerance. Happy to oblige about the castle. I edited the post to include a clickable title in red before the article. It'll take you to a Wiki article about the castle.
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