We dragged ourselves away from the cave and headed for Brno, aiming for a campsite. The first one we tried was well and truly closed (for many years, it seemed), so we headed over to the only other one in town. When we arrived the gates were closed and we couldn't see anyone else inside. A few moments later another car showed up, opened the gates and drove through, so we followed them. At the end we searched around for some sort of manager for five minutes, until a woman appeared out of nowhere to assist us. It turned out that they were open, just not very popular. And by that I mean we were the only campervan, caravan or camper in the entire campsite. No worries about having to wait for the shower in the morning. 

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Another chilly, cloudy day. Czech was not turning on the warm weather for us. We drove into Brno and parked near a “functionalist” house (a form of architecture popular in Czech) that is a major tourist attraction, but unfortunately for us it was closed for renovations. So we made the long walk into the old town, full of gorgeous buildings of different styles, colours and patterns, built in various time periods. Danny hung around long enough to walk the length of the town with me before disappearing to locate two microbreweries nearby. In the meantime I made a lap of the sights, starting with the cathedral. From the top of its tower I could see the castle on the hill, which looked lame so I decided I wasn't going to walk up to it. Next I visited the crypt of a monastery, which contained the decaying bodies of several families and church workers from the 18th century. No embalming, no closed coffins, just rotting bodies lying around for people to stare at. Their skin was as delicate as tissue paper, and the outline of their clothes was still visible. I could even see rosary beads on one of the monks. Strange place.