3...2...1...

Today I went bungee jumping in Chomutov. It's the closest/best place I could find in the Czeck Republic but it was quite the adventure to get there. We missed the 9:31am train because the tram we needed didn't go on sunday but since I know zero words in Czeck, I did not know this until it was too late. We proceeded to take 3 different trains to the middle of nowhere in the Czeck Republic. Then we couldn't find our bus so we called a cab. The cab dropped us off 2.5 kilometers from the bridge so we had to hike uphill. I didn't think I would make it so I thought for sure my grandparents were going to have a heart attack at any second. They were champs though and we made it. I was the only one there and everything went really fast. They strapped me in and I had to put my hands behind my head and he counted 3...2...1...And down I went.

My grandparents being champs.

The whole operation was run from a truck.

Yeah, it's not terrifying or anything to hold your hands behind your head and dive
into the ravine head first.

You get marked on your right hand with DVD number and weight.

There I go!

Signing my Bungee Diploma :-)

The scariest part of the whole thing was after I jumped and I was just hanging there waiting for them to lower down a thing I had to hook to the belt to be pulled back up. I head felt like it was going to explode from all the blood rushing to my head and if my legs slipped out of the getup, I would plunge to my death. Anyway, not pleasant but the whole experience was worth it!

On the train ride back, we caught the train where we don't have to transfer. We thought it would be more peaceful not to have to keep getting on a different train but we almost got in a fight on this ride. Apparently, children come before anyone in the Czeck Republic and everyone is expected to give up their seat for children and their parents. We were sitting in one of those old-school, Harry Potter type cabins when this huge family with kids comes in and tells everyone to get up (or at least that's what I got from their expressions and the fact that everyone gathered their stuff and annoyingly got up. I got up too but told my grandparents to stay. Well, turn out that the fact that their elderly doesn't mean a damn thing because the parents kept motioning for them to get up. We were pissed and I said they needed to sit but they didn't give a damn. Things were about to get violent so I said we would sit somewhere else. My grandparents found a seat while I stood in the aisle outside the cabins. The bitchy parents shut the door and closed the blinds when they realized I kept looking at them with the evil eye. The whole thing made no sense to us. A healthy child and parents can stand up while my grandparents can't. Assholes. Whatever, we got seats together after a while and weren't bothered the rest of the trip.

The train station in Chimutov. Old school. There are no platforms,
you just walk up to the train when it arrives.

When we got back we went to eat at some restaurant that ended up being really cool. They had a fantasy theme and the whole restaurant was decorated.

My grandma bought a really cool necklace from a street
vendor on the Karlsbridge.