In the sunshine to the Moravian Karst - Part 2

 
From the upper end of Pustý žleb, I stumbled in the terrible heat to the edge of the village of Sloup, to the Brousek hotel. I admit that far more than the sight of my eager wife - drooling with happiness to see me again - the signboard logo of the restaurant, promising to make a sharp turn with fatal dehydration, caught my eye.
 
Only after putting the beer in the hump was my refreshed tongue able to communicate again, and after the subsequent…