Trip to kutna hora: after reading in "lets go europe" of an interesting bone church made of human bones, andrea, justin, and i opted to take the one hour train to the small town outside prague. despite lets go saying that trains came every hour, we had to wait two and a half hours for the next train. after taking the train we got off in kutna hora to discover that there was another train leaving for the town ( we were at fake kutna hora) that we had to run to catch. twenty minutes on this one car trolley left us in soggy small town. knowing that the church closed in thirty minutes we looked at the directions to the church frantically. it said, quite literally, "go right, left, then right again and walk to the end of the street". with absolutely no direction of reference we started speed walking. twenty meters out of the station a man with a heavy accent told us that we were headed the wrong way and that city center was in the oposite direction. we turned around and wondered for about forty minutes. we found an boarded up old church (no bones) and then walked through town. we were in remnants of the czech soviet block, huge apartment complexes with signs that said no guns were everywhere. every person we saw looked at us like we were crazy. we shortly gave up our search and tried to find our way back to the station. stopping at a market for some food, we found bread that looked like it had been squished an manhandled systematically all day long. we grabbed some candy bars and continued on our way. seeing a bar-restaurant we decided to eat with the locals. the menu was written in czech and above it hung a picture of an artificially well endowed woman hugging her chest. ignoring it we wandered in and grabbed a table. everyone in the place stared at us, especially andrea. the only woman in sight was the waitress. it appeared as if no woman had ever entered the establishment without an apron on. andrea was a pioneer. a real susan b.. we could not understand anything on the menu so we satisfied ourselves with a beer each. while drinking, six older men walked in and sat at our table. one sat very close to andrea. the seemed genial enough and talked with us extensively. unfortunately they spoke no english and we spoke no czech. this did not inhibit them in the slightest. they continued to talk at us and amongst themselves while frequently pointing to us. occasionally they would present us with what little english they knew like "what time is it" and "how do you do". after hastily finishing our drinks we left while they all very politely said goodbye in a falsetto staccato. we found our way back to the train station while occasionally taking pictures of dilapitated buildings. on the train ride back, we passed a huge church about a kilometer from the station in the direction we were initially headed before we turned around. all and all an interesting day trip.