From Zlín to Fryšták

 
The day before, thinking that the weather would be nice for tomorrow, Thursday in July, I reported a holiday at work. Originally, I was counting on the fact that I would really stretch my hump along the Hostýnek ridge, but the journey home from work dealt a cruel blow to these plans: a storm was passing through the center of Zlín and the scary clouds over the city resembled a scene from the fables about Mordoch - but also the images of these …