Hiking in czech bohemia-Teski-day 1

850 km drive by a single person in a single day and the forgone conclusion is you would be a tired soul. But Deepam is made of sterner stuff,

paradoxically by the time we entered the Czech republic-starting from Brussels, she was at her peak of energy.

Maybe the energy is directly proportional to distance from office and boss.






It was early noon by the time we reached Ludikovice and our idyllic vacation house. Set in the forest, with sprawling lawns, viewing the Ore and Bohemian mountains and the chirping birds making their presence felt.


But this was where we stay and sleep. So bags dropped, loo paid the honory visit and off we went to Teski.

Teski is a small village on the outskirts of even small village on the outskirts of the Decin, from here starts the short trail we planed to hike today. The snow was falling incessantly and our steps on the fresh snow were soon covered by the falling flakes.








 It felt like none came before us and if some one came after they would feel like us as well – that none came before them. This set the tenor of the mystical day. The trail climbed up to a junction, we took the left and entered the magical, enchated world of sandstone formations springing up from the ground in a variety of formations.

The rocks take myriad shapes, some defy gravity and the others feel like creatures, some have holes in them , others have windows –“jharoka” would be more apt. At places we could see through three successive rocks as each had their “jharoka” facing the other, as if these were the apartment blocks of the elves who would stay here. As a result I never lost the sight of Deepam even if she there were a series of sandstone rock formations between us.

These formations had the most bizzare patterns on them, holds like circles, some like eggs and some like a bed were all over them. It doesn’t take a scientist to figure out why they are a hotspot of climbing, they just entice you to climb and I gave in to this call-up a chimney formation, through a hole in the wall formation-it was a “salle de escalade” with the snow poured in for an effect.




Winding our way through kilometers were not perceived and the loop was finished. Going down we came to the café, which turned out to be ou favourite food  haunt of the vacation. A shack of wood with the best made wheat pancakes with blueberries and cream.