August 4

Ahoy. I am in Tabour. Still recovering from serious case of jetlag. Worried I will acquire a Valarium root addiction but my sleep is getting a little normalized. The worst part is waking up starving all the time. Cesta is pretty cool. It is located on the edge of an old fortress town, nestled in a valley between the old Roman walls and a fast flowing river. It is very rural. In the mroning we are awakend by the crowing of a very loud rooster. Quite a difference from the usual downtown eastside noises except for the crowing part.

We are sleeping in a attic ontop of an 16 century mill. Over the years Cesta has been refinishing various parts of the building. They feed us in the morning and at night and the food is very good. They treat us really well. It may be hard to come home. The whole place is volunteer driven.

We are waiting for the rest of our team to arrive. Andrea is here and now so is Maria. We are waiting for CArly and Kevin who will be getting in around 9 pm tonight. We'll have to take them out for a lovely Czech beer.

Last night we were having beers next to the catacombs which had been left unlocked all night. We scurried in after last call and poked around only a little. I chickened out first. We were then accidentaly locked into the courtyard behind the bar but were soon released. Before leaving we picked up the tab for 18 beers. It cost around 11 dollars. So it's a pretty good place to saty.