Letní putování...
Ráno jsme se stihli nasnídat a vykoupat a mezitím dorazil Petr. A dál jsme tudíž putovali spolu...
Což bylo super. Jsem sice řek, že to je čmáral, ale to bylo ze srandy. Naopak, jak toho spoustu procestoval a ještě víc toho ví a zná, tak nám pak celou cestu povídal a vyprávěl. Spoustu zajímavejch věcí o každým místečku, kudy jsme prošli. A hodně věcí z historie...
Třeba i o tom, že břidlice z lomu v Rabštejně byla použitá na střechu chámu Sv. Víta v Praze. Nebo je na Karlštejně. Na Prašný bráně v Praze...
Spoustu toho ví o bunkrech, co jsme potkali cestou. Patřej pod Plzeňskou linii. A ví nejen o nich, ale skoro o všech v Čechách. Však toho o nich i spoustu napsal...
Prošli jsme to podél řeky až do Mladotic, tam jsme chtěli přespat. Ale já tam měl s Pytlákem ještě něco za lubem. Než si Petr odpočinul u jezu, koukajíc se na to, jak si děcka drhnou zadky při klouzání do vody, my se vydali nahoru kopcem do Ondřejova k jednomu pomníčku. Kamarádi vědí, k jakýmu a proč...
Nakonec jsme se usalašili kousek pod Mladoticema v lese. Bylo tam takový jedno super místečko s ohništěm. A tam se krásně koukalo do plamínků a povídalo. I mlčelo. To má taky svou sílu...
In the morning we had time to have breakfast and take a bath and in the meantime Petr arrived. And so we continued our journey together...
Which was great. I said he´s a scribbler, but it was just for fun. On the contrary, since he has travelled a lot and knows even more, he told and told us the whole way. Lots of interesting things about every place we passed. And lots of things from history...
Maybe even about the fact that the slate from the Rabštejn quarry was used for the roof of the St. Vitus's cathedral in Prague. Or it's at Karlštejn castle. At the Powder Tower in Prague...
He knows a lot about the bunkers we came across on the way. They belong under the Pilsen Line. And he knows not only about them, but almost all of them in Bohemia. He wrote a lot about them...
We walked along the river to Mladotice, where we wanted to spend the night. But I had something else planned with Pytlák. Before Petr rested by the weir, watching kids scrubbing their bottoms while sliding into the water, we went up the hill to Ondřejov to see a memorial there. Friends know which one and why...
Finally, we settled down a little below Mladotice in the forest. There was a great little spot with a fireplace. And there we had a great time looking into the flames and talking. And being silent. That also has its power...