I go hiking south of Prague with Dirk, Attila, Mandi, and David.

We walk for two hours, have lunch at a small village restaurant run by Michal Karonski, and then walk for another two hours.

Attila is whining about a sore foot, so I carry him most of the way.

Dirk whines that he wants to be carried too, but we tell him to shut up and be a man. He mopes. Then prays for the strength to carry on.

Luckily, god was there for him. He made it back.