Czech Republic – the land of big beers, beautiful women, and words with too many consonants. A lot like Wales in that respect, except there it was big women and beautiful beers. In particular, Plzen. Or Pilsen. Whichever you prefer and can pronounce. The campsite at Pilsen was by a lake, and it had all the best that Eastern Bloc style had to offer – nuclear-atack-solid amenities blocks complete with parcel shelf toilets and communal showers (although not prison style – there was at least dividers between the showers. It's just not the Australian way to get nekkid in front of others, prudes that we are, not when sober anyway). The site backed on to a nice bit of forest, and I utilised this part for the dunny, as per usual. You couldn't walk in too
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