There are some things that just have to be done. A rafting pub crawl is one of those. Cesky Krumlov in the south of The Czech Republic, one of the most picturesque places I have been, a valley, below a castle that has bears as guards, a place not to be missed. An evening admiring the beauty of the town that is in every sense, the ideal imagine of the perfect European old town, and the next day it was down to business.
We were a group of seven, we set out in our raft at midday 6 kilometres to cover in 4 hours. The first bar/shed that sold beer, was two kilometres down stream, and so it began.
Five bars down, and far too many beverages to be trying to commandeer an inflatable device.
I can’t help but laugh as I write this, as I remember everyone screaming at each other, “left side row, right side row. Hurry up” five hours late for our pick up at the end, the boys trying to take us down very dangerous looking ramps, against all on lookers advice, being splashed with freezing water as the sun went down and the mosquitoes came out. Arriving back at the hostel unsure if we were still on speaking terms, once we had regrouped, we went to dinner to laugh about the days events together.
Another morning wandering the old cobbled streets and our time in Cesky Krumlov was over, the hidden treasure in The Czech Republic, with the perfect stream for rafting, whether it be of the pub crawl variety or not.