Nova Bystrice to Vranov nad Dyji
Took the train to get out of Prague and start the bike trip.

Our hosts have been making sure that no one goes hungry for more than about 30 seconds. One of the delicacies here is black pepper crab. It is truly wonderful. Yesterday for lunch we had Indian cuisine that was excellent. With all the different people there is a wide variety of choices.
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The first day we hired a guide to whom I was referred and toured some places in Religious practices are now much freer in
One notable piece was a 25 meter tall Buddha from a single tree. The carving was moved in and the structure erected around it.
Next we visited the Summer Palace a short drive away. The scale of all the emperor’s palaces is quite large. This was a small city complete with a man-made lake to enhance the setting. The lake was frozen and people were taking shortcuts across. I think there is ice skating there also in the winter.
It was a little chilly during the day. We had some sunshine, but the wind was very cold. After a few days the air quality deteriorated quite a bit and was not pleasant. I had trouble with my eyes burning. The air pollution there would be a significant disadvantage.
The next day we went on our own to the Forbidden City. “City” just barely describes it. 9999 rooms, 3000 concubines, 100,000 soldiers. In the plazas, there are typically 3 sets of stairs up to the major buildings. One staircase had a single stone carving ~40 feet long. This was a single stone that was moved by 10,000 men for a year. The bricks of the plazas are 5 meters deep to protect against tunneling. The buildings are fantastic. People say that if you want to see the contents, they you have to go to the National Museum in Taipei.
At the end of our visit to Fez, a friend arranged a hired taxi (Grand Taxi) to take us to Melilla. This was one of the most enjoyable parts of the trip. Our driver reminded me of an Arab version of my brother Paul. A great gregarious man who saw the humor and joy in every moment of life. We traded brief conversation with our shared basic Spanish.
We had to stop at a police kiosk in town so the driver could get a permit (tax) for the trip. Back in the car the driver said with a laugh “It makes them (the police) think they have an important job to do.”
On the way back we lost the fan belt on this Mercedes sedan. I think it was a 230D with 300K kilometers on the dial. We all thought – here goes another day. It was Sunday, and the small town looked deserted. Our driver said to sit tight for moment and he would be right back.
It turns out that you can get Mercedes parts on any street corner in Morocco. Every taxi is a Mercedes, and most of the cars. He came back in 10 minutes with a young mechanic, probably 13-15 years old. The mechanic changed the fan belt while we drank Cokes. He probably worked for 45 minutes.
At the end the driver paid the mechanic 2 or 3 dollars (I don’t quite remember). I do remember that the shoeshine boy was ecstatic with the 50 cents I paid him.