Mmm. I smell death.

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Actually the place didn't just smell... it fairly reeeked!

From Sederic's Ossurary Bein Haus (literal translation is Bone House) - to the gigantic Philip Morris factory in town - to the fatal car accident we witnessed... it was kind of a weird day.

But the Museum of Alchemy cheered me no end! Kudos to raiding the nitrous stash and turning stuff into gold and precious metal. And as I am a fan of the sheperd Santiago's journey to the Pyramids, then suspending reality and imagining it all really happening was a little too easy.

BEING HAUS - In 1870, František Rint, a woodcarver, was employed by the Schwarzenberg family to put a whole lotta bones in order to make room for more dead people. The macabre results of his effort speaks for itself, and include the Schwarzenberg Coat of Arms depicting a turk getting his eyes pecked out by a crow. An enormous chandelier of bones, which contains at least one of every bone in the human body, hangs from the center of the nave with garlands of skulls draping the vaults. It was a pirate's delight.

Eilan, I missed you today of all days - I needed a partner with which to plunder and pillage.

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Photos

It puts the lotion on its skin
Heretics accused of practising alchemy without the knowledge of those "high" priests were rounded up and locked away. Downstairs... if you know what I mean.

In order to turn this into gold...
...take the following steps.

Me and Iddy
Actual name, Eddie. The Kiwi accent was so strong I didn't get it.