I had planned to spend Sunday in Prague, but since I got into Olomučany pretty late, I decided that Prague was an excuse to come back to the region. In Yellowstone, I roomed with one of the coolest guys in the whole entire world both summers. During the second, he met an incredibly cool Czech girl and moved to the Czech Republic. They live in Olomučany now, a teeny tiny town about forty-five minutes outside of Brno.
We spent the morning exploring the Moravian Karst. The cave system was incredibly stunning and I was in awe of the many rock formations and once again felt like I was in an Enid Blyton novel.
The evening we spent at what they call “Wellness,” basically a sauna and spa place, where I tried Czech beer and relaxed my exhausted muscles.
By the time 2AM rolled around, I was more tired than emotional, which was probably good as saying goodbye was once again really hard. My friend was kind enough to drive me so I didn’t have to wait at night at the bus station, and soon, I was off for a day’s travel back to Morocco.