The next day we did our tourist trip around some of the caves this region is famous for. Very impressive, particularly the Macocha Abyss, a huge hole in the ground 140m deep, and accessible through a network of underground tunnels several kms long. Some were partly flooded, or drained perhaps, to allow for a very limited head room trip back on a narrow boat. The highlight of the day however occurred first thing, just a few hundred yards from our site. We were stopped by the side of the road, as Tom, yet again, attempted to fix the gears on my bike. An old lady, of 79 we later found out, pulled up along side us and requested the loan of our bicycle pump (and Tom’s muscles). Unfortunately it turned out it was not compatible with her 50 year old bike, but she was more than keen for a chat (in far superior German) and told us all about her life and family, the local area and nature, and was also very curious about us and our lives. We knew we would be there for a while as she leaned in against her bike and made herself comfortable, but it was an absolute pleasure talking to her (or listening at least and catching glimpses of what she was saying) and it felt quite sad when we had to part company. Later on in the day as we were cycling the long route home the chain broke on my bike (currently being ridden by Tom as gears now stuck on most difficult setting). As we started pushing the bikes the last 4km home, a friendly Czech guy cycled up behind us and offered to try to fix the chain. This he did and with much gratitude we were on our merry way again. Though I think Tom is quite keen for me to purchase a new set of wheels sooner rather than later, so he can have his own bike back.
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