Víkend v Kunovicích...
Tak jsme dneska bohužel neletěli, Jirka už to psal. Počasí na houby. Déšť, mraky až na zem...
No, tak mám aspoň čas napsat o naší víkendový výpravě do Kunovic...
Tam to bylo přesně naopak. Obloha bez mráčku a rozpálený sluníčko připalovalo chlupy v uších i na vocásku...
Jenže to tam bylo úžasný. Stačilo se jen chránit a pořádně pít. A to jsme pak mohli třeba pořádně prolézt muzeum plný nádhernejch ajráků. Pytlák teda s obdivem oblejzal hlavně dopraváky, možná proto, že se dalo vlízt i dovnitř. Ale co si budem povídat, mně se nejvíc líbily stíhačky. Migoušek je prostě Migoušek. A je jedno, kterej...
I když, vlízt si do Tůčka, kterým se vezli hokejisti se zlatejma plackama na krku z olympiády domů... Wau!...
Hele, to ale bylo skoro stejný Tůčko, jako v Košicích!...
So unfortunately we didn't fly today, Jirka already wrote about it. The weather was terrible. Rain, clouds all the way to the ground...
Well, at least I have time to write about our weekend trip to Kunovice...
It was exactly the opposite there. The sky was cloudless and the hot sun was burning the hair in our ears and on our tails...
But it was amazing there. All we had to do was protect ourselves and drink a lot. And then we could really climb through the museum full of beautiful birds. Pytlák was mainly looking at transport planes with admiration, maybe because he could climb inside. But let's face it, I liked fighters the most. Miggie is simply Miggie. And it doesn't matter which one...
Although, climb into the "Tu", which was used to transport hockey players with golden medals around their necks home from the Olympics... Wow!...
Look, it was almost the same "Tu" as in Košice!...