Mountains (real size mountains, not what Belgians call mountains) and a Dutch colony in Czech Republic.

Yeah, we crossed the border! A new country that welcomes us with a young tourist who asked us permission to take a photo because he liked our style; which is everything but professional cyclist like apparently. So it was flat, with some nice not very hard hills until the real fun started some kms after tasting the local beer…

Traffic signs and about everything else has become complete nonsense for us now, one of the only things we still can read is w.c, which is quite handy off course.

Due to our pre trip fear to check the geography of our route, we had some nice nasty surprises. Eleven extra kms to reach a camping is not a good idea now we entered the mountains!! On exchange of pushing the bicycles uphill for looooong time, we got amazing views, charming villages, little roads and a refreshing speeding way down to the other side of the mountain afterwards.

And that is when we bumped into the Dutch colony of the camping we are at now. It used to be a farm and it was bought and renovated by two Dutch couples and everybody but us comes from Holland, although a lady told us yesterday that there was a group of Belgian hippies somewhere (he thought Kelly was part of that of pierced and tattooed crew and told him not to be sad about leaving tomorrow). Other than that, here we are. Maybe staying an extra day to enjoy the swimming pool and recover from yesterday's mountain crossing.

PS We have just seen that our next festival has changed location (one week before it starts, just crazy) and this means 80 more kms... Staying by the pool anyway :)