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Beer and Fucking Tour… and finally, swimming in beer at the Starkenberger beer pools!

Sometime during or after Bill’s last tour of duty in Germany, I found out about the Starkenberger Beer Pools, basically big stainless steel vats rendered obsolete by the modernization of beer making.  Someone involved with the brewery in Tarrenz, Austria had the bright idea to turn the huge vats into “swimming pools” for paying customers.  Given that I love beer tourism with all my heart and we have a lot more money now than we did last time we lived here, I easily convinced Bill that this was an experience worth paying 250 euros for.  So in August, Bill sent an email to the brewery asking to reserve a pool for last night.

When Bill inquired about reserving the pool, he got a pleasant response letting him know the pools were available.  He wrote back asking them to expect us and figured they had penciled us in, even though he never got a confirmation.  The email advised that we could reserve the pool for after 5:00, which, as it turns out, is when the tours end.  At 10:00, we’d have to vacate.  And we were allowed to drink all the beer we wanted.  We were limited to four people using the pool.

Starkenberger Brewery also has a restaurant (which was closed for ruhetag yesterday) and a “Biermythos” museum.  I think the grounds are also beautiful, though due to the weather, we didn’t get to see much of them.  I wanted to see the museum, so I told Bill we should go to the brewery right after we were done at Highline 179.  It turned out that it was a lucky thing I’d suggested that.

Front of the brewery and the museum.

After stopping in a nearby town to get some cash (not sure if you have to pay in cash, but Bill wanted to be prepared), we showed up at the brewery.  There was… you guessed it… a large tourbus group there.  The tour guide went to speak to the lady running the shop before Bill had a chance to ask her about the beer pool.  When he did, the lady looked confused, then a little panicked.  She was not expecting us.

First, she said that the pool had to be reserved in advance and costs 250 euros.  Bill said he knew and he had reserved it.  And he had the cash in hand.  Then she asked if he had the email.  He had to turn roaming on his cell phone because although he had printed the emails, he had forgotten to bring them.  Then, the lady said she needed to prepare the pool, so we might not be able to go in right at five.  That was fine with us.  I asked if we could see the museum.  She said yes and handed us a packet of information in English, which basically told us what we were looking at.

The brewery tour costs 7 euros per person, but since we were paying to use the beer pool, we didn’t have to pay for the tour.  It’s entirely self-guided and you go at your own pace.  Don’t be surprised if you run into a beer maker as you make your way through.

Entrance to the museum.

The tour was very interesting, but I really needed to use the ladies room because my lunchtime beer had processed and, truthfully, I was there for the pool!  I rushed through the exhibits a bit.  We finally got to the big hall where we could taste some of the products made at the brewery.  The tour group was there and they were all drinking beer.  The tour guide who had spoken to the shopkeeper ahead of us told us the beer was one euro each.  Bill paid it, even though he didn’t have to.  I think she got a kick out of getting tipped by the clueless Americans.

While we were exploring the museum, the shopkeeper found the email Bill sent.  She later explained that she’d been on holiday during that time, so her assistant had been the one who had answered Bill.  For some reason, she never saw the follow up email Bill sent.  She presented us with a bottle of beer liqueur and Starkenberger single malt liqueur for our troubles (yes, they do make whiskey and liqueurs, too– whiskey is basically made the same way beer is).  That was a very nice and totally unnecessary, but much appreciated, gesture.

It was lucky that we got there early.  If we hadn’t, we might have been disappointed.  If this post makes you want to reserve a pool at the Starkenberger brewery, make sure you get a confirmation from them.  Also, print out the emails you send and have them with you when you show up.

After the rowdy tour group cleared out, the shopkeeper found us and said it was no problem to use the beer pool at 5:00.  She prepared it for us and offered us robes, slippers, and towels.  We had our own towels and I had a robe, but we did use the slippers.  Then, at 5:00, we went to her, paid 250 euros, and she invited us to the beer pool.  She said she’d be back at 10:00 and we were welcome to use the infrared sauna and showers and drink as much beer as we wanted.  There was a tap with lager in the beer pool room or we could go back to the tasting room and get the biologic or dark beer from there.  I’d already had a few from the tasting room and I was itching to try the pool.

She set up a couple of lounge chairs for us and told us to have a good time.  Then she left us completely alone to enjoy the pool at our leisure!  Let me just say, it was awesome.  We had a wonderful time!  And honestly, after the beer pool experience, other beer spas will probably pale in comparison.  One of the things I loved most about the beer pool was all the cool art on the walls.  Whoever painted in there had a great, raunchy sense of humor!  I noticed all the people in the murals were naked and had hilarious expressions on their faces.

Cool exhibit in beer pool room showing how beer ferments.

Beer tap.  All you can drink.  Plastic cups for safety.

Sauna.

Showers.

Yes, you can do this… or, at least we could.  The naughty murals were inspiring.  

Someone’s gloves on a beam.  We thought they might be trunks.

I liked the panorama room, with its beautiful mural and scene of the surrounding countryside.

One of many empty glasses.

This was the information about what we were seeing.  The museum has information in several languages.

The last room in the museum.

The way the pool looked before we got in.

At the beginning of our dip in the pool.

Check out the art!

We took a short break on the loungers because we needed to de-wrinkle a bit.

Bill was loving it!

Toward the end of our adventure.

A funny poem in the bathroom.

There is a special bathroom for patrons of the beer pool not to be used by employees or regular visitors.

Last look at the pool before we left…

I am about 5’2″ tall.  The warm water and beer mixture came up to my chin.  It was deeper than the pool we had in our backyard in Texas and, yes, you really can swim in it.  We got in the pool, swam around, drank lots of beer, and eventually ditched our swimsuits.  We stayed until about 8:00, then decided we’d had enough of our decadent beer pool adventure.  One thing we didn’t bring but should have is soap and shampoo.  But the shower worked fine for hosing off the beer aroma.

Gift!

We had an unforgettable time at the beer pool.  Yes, it was absolutely worth paying 250 euros to do it, especially after hiking up a mountain.  The hot beer water did nice things for my sore muscles.  Would we do it again?  Maybe, if we had the opportunity and the extra money.  One thing I will mention is that I had forgotten that the Tirol region is full of curvy, two lane roads.  If we did go to the beer pool again, I think we would stay in a hotel closer to Tarrenz than Lermoos because driving on dark, wet, curvy mountain roads after enjoying beer is not the safest idea.  Fortunately, Bill was very careful about not drinking much.  I have noticed that after my dips at the beer spas, my skin and hair is looking great!

Dinner last night at the hotel.  I was gushing about the beer pool!  And I was also a bit tipsy.

A video about the Starkenberger beer pool.  Here, I see they didn’t fill it as high and they served beer in glass.  


We checked out of the hotel this morning.  The innkeepers had put a little goodbye card in the menu holder on our table.  It was a very nice gesture.  We said goodbye to the tour group and got on the road, experiencing no issues at the border.  We got home at about 11:45am, after making a stop at that same exit where I ran into the pooping, farting lady.  I think I speak for Bill when I say that our Beer and Fucking tour is sure to go down as one of our best trips.  We had a marvelous time.  I can’t wait to start planning our next adventure!

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Beer and Fucking Tour… beer spa #1 at the Moorhof

So, finally it was time to try out the Moorhof’s beer spa.  Bill and I slipped into our bathing suits and I wrapped up in the robe I wisely brought with me (I don’t think they had them at the Moorhof).  The hotel has sauna towels, but we brought our own spa towels, which are huge and cover everything.  The nice lady who checked us in told us to wait by the door where the beer spa is (and you can tell which one it is because it says it’s only for beer spa patrons).  We waited patiently for her to come and get us started.

For beer spa patrons only!

Finally, we went into the little room where the fake beer keg looking bath is.  She had already prepared it with hot water and hops.  I got in first and sat on the side close to the wall, where there was a beer keg with spigots over the tub.  Unfortunately, they were just decorative.  Bill sat on the other side.  There were two dark beers waiting for us, included in the treatment.  She turned on the tub and told us she’d be back in 20 minutes.

Bill and I visited the beer baths in Chodovar, which is a beer spa in the Czech Republic.  That was a great experience and we really enjoyed ourselves.  I think we liked the Moorhof’s beer spa a little better.  For one thing, it was more private.  At Chodovar, there are a bunch of tubs in one room and people bathe at the same time, albeit it with sheets drawn for privacy.  The Moorhof had the one beer bath in the room we were in and I think there was another room with two or three more tubs for those in groups.  I liked that the tub was like a jacuzzi, too.  And the hops and stuff added to the water was definitely rough.  Some of it stuck to me when I got out of the bath.

The beer bath at Moorhof is hot and you definitely wouldn’t want to drink the beer used for the spa treatment.  It’s really more like a wort than actual beer.  But it’s relaxing and a lot of fun.

After thirty minutes, the lady came back, had us strip naked (and she averted her eyes so she didn’t see us in the buff), then wrapped us in sheets.  She escorted us to a wooden bed covered in oat straw that had a sheet over the straw.  We laid on the straw and she covered us with a blanket and turned out the light.  We laid there for thirty minutes.  Actually, I had to get up a little sooner than that because I had to answer the call of nature.  But again, it was very nice… very restful and relaxing and not itchy at all.  I was expecting the straw bed to make me sneeze or scratch, but it didn’t.  It was surprisingly comfortable and pleasant.

I don’t usually pose for pictures, but I made an exception…

Awww…

After we were finished with our treatments, we showered.  We really needed to shower because there was beer spa residue all over us and in our bathing suits.  Then we got changed and went to dinner, where we enjoyed four courses.  Each course included beer in the ingredients.  Three small beers were included with the dinner.

They thoughtfully translated for us.  

Cute little pils.

Beer soup.  It was very yummy, even if the color was a little iffy.

Beer batter fried broccoli?  Maybe the best way to eat it…

I didn’t eat much of the chicken and potato croquettes because I was getting full and wanted dessert.  It was good, though.

Beer pancakes with cranberries.

 

Remember in the first post of this series, I mentioned tour buses?  Well, there was one parked at the Moorhof on Saturday night.  I think it was full of young folks in a band of some sort.  We heard a few brass instruments playing scales.  This was the only tour group we encountered that consisted of students.  It was interesting to watch them, especially when the adults had to come in and herd some of the stragglers from the breakfast buffet the next morning.

The beer spa at the Moorhof was great!  But it paled in comparison to the Starkenberger Beer Pool.  Stay tuned for that post coming up soon.

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Beer and Fucking Tour… Welcome to Austria, land of profane place names!

After lunch, we sped down A8 toward Munich, then headed toward Salzburg as I fiddled with the sound system in my car.  The weather was beautiful and I was tempted to put the top down.  Bill was afraid something would fly out of the backseat, so I refrained.  I had noticed on the map of the area near Franking, there was a place called “Fucking”.  I thought that was funny and looked it up on Google.  Sure enough, people had visited and taken pictures… and yes, there had been quite a few folks who decided to steal the sign.

As it turned out, we didn’t have to go out of our way to visit Fucking.  It was on the way to Franking, and we drove right through the village.

And yes, I got a picture…  

I had been afraid that someone would harass me, but there was no one in sight when I took this photo.  In fact, the whole village of Fucking consists of maybe five or six houses.  We went through it so quickly that I didn’t get a chance to photograph the exit sign.  But anyway, yes, this is a real place and it’s pretty charming.  If you visit the Moorhof, you can cruise through Fucking too…  Also, you can read more about Fucking in earlier posts on this blog.

Anyway, after Fucking, we were soon close to our destination.  My amusement over unusual place names turned to awe as I noticed just how pretty the country is around the Moorhof.  Indeed, it reminded me a little of Sanford, North Carolina, which is a country town in the middle of North Carolina where Bill and I lived for two years.  Of course, near Franking, you can see the mighty Alps in the distance.

Approaching the Moorhof…

When we got to the rurally situated inn, we entered the lobby, which appeared to be deserted.  A kind woman answered when Bill finally hit the bell summoning her.  She spoke little English, but between Bill’s sucky German and her somewhat better English, we determined that we were assigned room 28.  We had booked the beer spa package, which included a partial (back) massage, a beer bath, the oat straw bed, and a four course beer inspired dinner on Saturday, which was the day of our treatment.

The entrance to the inn…

Looking around the hotel, I got a distinct 80s vibe.  It was quaint and cute, but a little old fashioned.  However, the staff was very kind and the prices were reasonable.  Because it was close to dinner time when we arrived, we opted to eat at the inn.  We had a choice of rotbarsch (ocean perch) or pork cutlets.  I had the fish and Bill had the pork.  This meal came with four courses and was priced at the bargain low sum of just 15 euros.

Bill and I, along with a family of five– grandparents, parents, and an adorable little girl, were the only ones around on Friday night.

Bill waits for dinner to start.

Super quaint dining room…

A little bar in the dining area.  They also have a very cozy Stuble on the other side of the hotel.

 

We start with a simple salad.

I pause to take a picture of the fireplace and mantle, circa 1986.  That explains a lot, actually.

Next was soup.  This was some kind of beef terrine served in a broth.  It was good.

My pumpkin seed encrusted rotbarsch with parsley potatoes and tartar sauce.

Bill’s pork cutlet with krauterbutter, vegetables and potato wedges.

The first of many beers.

Plum cake for dessert!

The local dark beer was a winner!

One thing I did that Bill didn’t do (and regretted) was pack my own pillow.  I have found that in a lot of traditional hotels, pillows are small and in short supply.  I like a couple of pillows when I sleep.  It turned out to be a good thing I brought my pillow because both places we stayed only offered one wimpy pillow per customer.

Also, I made a new discovery when I spotted this on the nightstand…

Just so you know… this is used to repel insects…  Plug it in and supposedly it keeps the beasties away.

 

At first, I wondered if it was a thin piece of chocolate.  Nope.

 

Bugs weren’t a huge problem in our room, but we did end up plugging that thing in on the second night after Bill left the balcony door open awhile.  It did seem to help and didn’t smell bad.

The bed was comfortable, aside from not having enough pillows, and the shower was surprisingly good.  It was a rainfall shower and was just heavenly.  The bathroom was the old style WC in a separate room and there was a hokey fake rock sticker on the cabinet.  But the shower made up for the room being a bit dated.  It was pretty awesome.

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Chodovar… a beer spa in the Czech Republic

This is the review I wrote about the Chodovar Beer Spa in the Czech Republic.  It was a great place to check out Czech beer!

Checking out Czech beer in more ways that I ever thought possible

Feb 16, 2009 (Updated May 15, 2009)
Review by    is a Top Reviewer on Epinions in Hotels & Travel

Rated a Very Helpful Review

Pros:Fun, very reasonably priced, beer baths

Cons:Glitchy online booking, not near public transport, slightly corporate feel

The Bottom Line:Czech out Czech beer at Chodovar!  It does your body good, both inside and out!

This review will definitely NOT be lean n’ mean!Those of you who have been around for awhile may remember a now defunct shampoo called Body On Tap. Created in 1978 by Bristol-Meyers products, Body On Tap’s list of ingredients included beer, a not so secret ingredient that was supposed to make hair soft and shiny. I remember seeing the ads for that shampoo as a little kid and hearing the warning that I shouldn’t drink it! I always wondered if beer really did do such great things for the hair.

Thirty years later, I’ve just had the chance to find out about the wonderful things beer can do for my hair and skin. My husband Bill and I took advantage of President’s Day weekend at Chodovar Beer Spa and Brewery in Chodova Plana, Czech Republic. Let me tell you, the folks at Chodovar are onto something. Business is booming at their beer spa and when we were done there, my hair was definitely better off for the experience.

The Chodovar Brewery

The Chodovar Brewery, located just beyond the German border, has been around since 1573. In 1992, the Chodovar brewery became a limited liability company owned and operated by four partners: RNDr. Tomáš Zuckermann, Jiøí Plevka Sr., Jiøí Plevka Jr. and Jan Plevka. As Bill and I drove through Chodova Plana and the surrounding areas, we could see that many of the local bars and restaurants served Chodovar beer.

Though the Chodovar Brewery has been making “suds” for centuries, it’s only been in the beer spa business since 2006, when it started offering beer baths as a spa treatment. I learned about the Chodovar beer spa watching the Czech Republic episode of Three Sheets, a travel/drinking show that was aired on the now defunct channel MOJO HD and is currently available to be downloaded on iTunes. The host, Zane Lamprey, traveled to Chodovar for a beer bath as a means to cure the wicked hangover he got from drinking too much Czech beer and absinthe. Because Bill and I are living in Germany and we had already been to Prague and Cesky Krumlov, we decided the long weekend was the perfect excuse to try out this unusual mode of beer tourism.

The hotel

It’s safe to say that the Chodovar Brewery pretty much makes up the whole town of Chodova Plana. Luckily, the Hotel U Sladka, owned and operated by the brewery, is part of the Chodovar beer spa experience. The three star hotel is a fairly basic but very economical affair. There are currently 120 rooms. Singles, doubles, triples, and even quad rooms are available.  Pets can also be accommodated for a small fee.

Bill and I booked a double. Our room was small, but very clean. It had a direct dial phone, television with about ten Czech channels and the hotel’s own brewery channel, and free Internet access (bring your own cable). The bed was the typical European type, two twin beds pushed together. It wasn’t the best bed I’ve ever slept on, but it was comfortable enough. There was also a very cheap minibar stocked with Chodovar products (beer and mineral water).  Beer was priced at 20 Czech crowns ($1) and mineral water, including a delicious orange variety, was 18 Czech crowns (about 90 cents).

The bathroom had an excellent shower with great water pressure and a knobby floor that massaged my feet. There was a towel warmer and two soap dispensers full of Chodovar’s own shower gel… made with beer, naturally! Bill and I came home with a whole range of Chodovar beer cosmetics: shampoo, shower gel, balsam, bubble bath, and even the makings for our own beer bath.

Breakfast is included in the price of the room. It consists of a variety of delicious sausages and salamis, cheeses, hard boiled and scrambled eggs, breads and pastries. You can get a thermos full of Tchibo coffee or use the coffee machine, which makes espresso drinks and hot chocolate. Tea and juice are also available.

There is free unsecured parking in front of the hotel or you can park in the secure lot behind the hotel. The secured lot costs 70 Czech crowns a night (about $3.50), but the lot is locked and presumably very safe from criminals.

Booking the Beer Spa

The first thing to say about the beer spa is to make sure you book it in advance! The Chodovar Brewery has a revamped Web site that will allow you to book online. My advice is to skip the Web site and call the hotel directly. Bill and I decided to visit Chodovar a bit on a whim and requested a reservation ten days in advance. We tried to use the Web site, but got nervous when we didn’t get an immediate confirmation. We called the reception about an hour after we booked and were told that they hadn’t yet received our request through their Web site. We ended up booking our room and beer bath over the phone.

I didn’t actually get a confirmation from the online service until the next day. The receptionist didn’t realize we had already booked over the phone and wrote that the beer baths were fully booked through the weekend. She explained that they recommended booking the beer baths up to four months in advance. I don’t know if that’s really necessary, but I will say that there were no free appointments for the baths the whole time we were there.  In other words, if we had just shown up at the hotel, we probably would not have gotten into the spa.  It was a good thing we called and snagged our spot when we did. We had gotten the last available appointment on Saturday.  It didn’t appear to me that treatments were offered on Sundays.

There are several single tubs available and one double sized tub for couples.  Those who want to use the double tub may want to bear that in mind when planning a trip to Chodovar.

Our Beer Bath experience

Since the double sized tub was booked, Bill and I arranged for two single baths. The smell of fresh beer wafted through the air in the foyer as we rang the doorbell by the spa. We were welcomed by a very friendly spa worker who asked us to remove our shoes. She showed us to dressing rooms and asked us to completely disrobe and wrap up in a sheet. The dressing rooms have lockers and showers in them.

Bill and I came out of the dressing rooms looking like we were headed to a toga party. Another spa worker showed us to our individual tubs, which had already been prepared for us. She drew a curtain around us, leaving the one between the tubs open so we could share the experience!

Our large tubs were full of a warm, foamy, mixture of the spa’s own dark bath beer and mineral water. It smelled of beer, but not offensively so. I found the bath very pleasant and relaxing, as pop music played over the sound system and other couples took their places in their own beer baths. One thing Bill and I both noticed was that we floated a bit! While we soaked in our baths for 20 minutes, we each sipped a .33 liter glass of non-pasteurized Chodovar beer. Supposedly the beer works as a digestive. All I know is that after drinking that beer, I really needed to pee before I got out of the tub!

After 20 minutes, a spa worker pulled the plug on our tubs. We wrapped up in our sheets again and she led us to a dark, quiet room where there were a number of lounges separated by soothing lamps. We laid down on the lounges and the spa worker swaddled us in a fleece quilt, where we were supposed to rest for another twenty minutes. The spa workers served us another glass of beer, which made me have to pee even more! I ended up getting up a little early so I could go relieve myself.

My impressions of the Beer Baths

The extreme need to whiz kind of dampened my ability to relax during the beer bath treatment, but I’d definitely do it again. The bath was very relaxing and fun. And ladies, I recommend letting your hair get wet. After my hair dried, it was incredibly soft and shiny. My skin also felt soft and smooth.

Massages and other spa stuff

Bill and I booked massages, which are also very much in demand. At first, the receptionist told me that because they were booked, we could each only get so-called “simple” massages, which last for 20 minutes. But then she told me that a time slot for a 50 minute “complex” massage was also available. Bill had never had a massage before and was a little skittish about it, so I took the complex massage while he stuck with a simple one. In addition to simple and complex massages, there are also lava stone and foot massages available.

The first thing to know about massages at Chodovar is that they involve almost completely disrobing. The second thing to know is that the Europeans have a lot fewer hang ups about nudity than Americans do. Bill got his massage from a lady, while mine was given by a young man. Neither spoke much English, though the lady did speak a little German. The man who gave me my massage saw me in nothing but a pair of undies, which frankly made me feel a little bashful. However, he was very professional and gave me a very thorough massage.  He was also quite pleased when I gave him a tip.  The last thing to know is that the pervasive scent of human body odor pretty much trumps the scent of the beer bath… or at least it did when I had my massage.  Luckily, my nose shut off halfway through the treatment.

In addition to massages, Chodovar also offers what they call “remedial packs”, which basically involves being wrapped up in malt draff. Bill and I did not try this treatment, though we thought it sounded interesting.

Dining options

I mentioned that the Chodovar Brewery is pretty much the only game going in Chodova Plana. We also couldn’t help but notice that the management seemed very big on marketing and looked like they’d taken a few corporate cues from Anheuser-Busch (now owned by InBev). In any case, there are two restaurants run by the resort. There’s Stará Sladovna (Old Malt House), which is in a brick house located right across the secured parking lot, and Ve Skále, which is about 250 meters from the hotel and housed in an 800 year old cave-like rock labyrinth that used to serve as a beer cellar. Ve Skále also houses a very small museum and gift shop, where patrons can buy Chodovar’s beer cosmetics, apparel, and other paraphernalia.

Both restaurants serve traditonal hearty Czech food, which means lots of meat, poultry, potatoes, and gravy! And there’s also plenty of beer on draft, as well as mineral waters and bottled non-alcoholic brews. Ve Skále is definitely the more unique option, but it’s a little bit of a hike from the hotel that I didn’t find very pleasant in the frigid cold.  If the weather had been warmer, it would have been a nice walk.

Be advised that smoking is allowed in both restaurants and seating is such that you might find yourself sharing a table with people you don’t know. Both restaurants feature long tables with benches and chairs. During our two occasions dining at Ve Skále, Bill and I shared our table. The first time was with a young Czech man who seemed very intent on showing his date how smart he was. The second time was with a German man from Berlin who seemed surprised to find Americans in Chodova Plana. We did not share our table at Stará Sladovna.

Food is very reasonably priced. For example, our first night, we ate at Stará Sladovna and had two good sized entrees and four beers between us. We left the restaurant very satisfied and only spent about $25. But as it’s a brewery, we did find that the servers really pushed the beer! We didn’t find that a bad thing since neither of us had to drive anywhere afterwards.  We also noticed that the male members of the staff really appeared to enjoy the brewery’s product.  My beer gut definitely had lots of company.

Things to do around Chodova Plana

At this writing there’s not that much to do in the town of Chodova Plana, though I’ve heard the management has big plans for expanding Chodovar’s facilities. Brewery tours are available every day at 2:00pm, but Bill and I decided to skip it since we figured it would either be conducted in German or Czech.

Luckily, Chodova Plana is within driving distance to several decent Czech cities. After our beer spa treatments, we drove to Karlovy Vary (Karlsbad), which is about an hour away from Chodova Plana. The drive to Karlsbad from Chodovar is very scenic. You drive through a lovely evergreen forest flanked by a rushing stream that winds its way to a large lake. We thought the drive was especially gorgeous since there was a lot of snow on the ground. Karlsbad is a well known spa city and we saw lots of people using little ceramic pitchers to capture and drink spring water from fountains scattered around the downtown area. The architecture in Karlsbad is very beautiful and one can purchase spa wafers and Becherovka liqueur there as well as take in a massage or spa treatment at one of the many outlets. Shopping also appeared to be great there.

On Sunday, we drove to Plzen, which is also roughly an hour’s drive from Chodova Plana. Plzen is not as beautiful as Karlsbad is, but it is a place to go if you’re into beer. We ended up touring the Pilsner Urquell beer museum and ate lunch at the museum’s restaurant, where we got free samples of Pilsner Urquell beer.  Plzen is also a good spot for history buffs.  It did my heart good to see a huge memorial thanking American soldiers for liberating the city on May 6, 1945.

After our brief visit to Plzen, we drove back to Karlsbad, where we bought a painting from a Russian artist who was selling his wares on the street. The artist lives in Prague, which is also within a reasonable driving distance.

The area also offers excellent opportunities for hiking and viewing wildlife.  We spotted birds of prey, herds of deer, a couple of foxes, and, on the way into Plzen, two rather discreet prostitutes.  If you like castles, old churches, and museums, you’re also in luck.

In conclusion

We had an awesome time in Chodova Plana at the Chodovar Brewery– Beer Wellness Land. And our trip was very affordable. For three nights of lodging, parking, two beer baths, two massages, an array of beer cosmetics, and two beers and two mineral waters from the mini bar, we spent the Czech crown equivalent of $309!  Factoring in food, beer, and the painting we bought, we spent a grand total of $570 on our three day weekend.

That said, there are a few caveats I will issue to American travelers. First, it helps to speak a little German if you don’t speak Czech. We only ran into one employee who spoke English, although English menus are available in the restaurants and some of the promotional materials are written in English. Second, the closest ATM is located about 3 kilometers from the hotel. The hotel does accept credit cards, though I read in another review that one of the restaurants doesn’t yet take them. Third, it’s best to have a car. The town is a bit off the beaten track and I didn’t spot any public transportation facilities nearby. And finally, while Chodovar’s Web site offers online booking, it’s probably best to call them for reservations. We found their online booking system to be a bit glitchy.

Overall, Bill and I had a fantastic experience and would recommend Chodovar to those who love beer, spas, or both!

Chodovar’s Web site: http://www.chodovar.cz

The Web site for the Russian artist who sold us a painting in Karlsbad: http://www.korelov.com


Here’s the Czech Republic episode of Three Sheets!

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Guatemalan rum… and other boozy delights…

One of the perks of my husband’s job is that he gets to travel a lot.  So do his colleagues.  Bill’s co-workers tend to be pretty liberal with sharing things they pick up when they go TDY.  Yesterday, one guy brought a bottle of 23 year old Guatemalan rum.  He was going to give it to a friend, but the friend wasn’t at work.  He had another bottle at home, so he offered to sell it to Bill.

This bottle was full yesterday.  We enjoyed some of it on the porch last night.  It was actually pretty nice outside.  There was a lovely breeze.

The label…

23 years old!

 

This rum was very smooth.  In fact, it was probably the smoothest rum I have ever tasted.  Unfortunately, it also wasn’t very interesting.  It had kind of a minty flavor, but not a lot of body of depth.  It doesn’t quite hold a candle to El Dorado, which is my favorite rum.  I discovered Guyanese El Dorado rum in Bequia during my second SeaDream cruise.

Bill has another former co-worker who used to bring us brandy from Moldova, because that is where his wife was born and raised.  I was interested because I lived in Armenia and Armenia has some outstanding brandies.  I found the Moldovan brandy less impressive than Armenian brandy, but it was still pretty good.

We have also visited a beer spa in the Czech Republic, followed by a trip through the Pilsner Urquell brewery museum.   And we had a very enjoyable trip through Vinopolis in London…  Last year, we went to Scotland and learned all about Scotch, including tours of a couple of distilleries and the Scotch Whisky Experience in Edinburgh.

Hmmph… we probably ought to take up some sports, lest we pickle ourselves.  Anyway, we liked the rum from Guatemala.  Makes me think we should take a trip there, though in all honesty, I am even more interested in Costa Rica.  Bill’s job may have him visiting there this year.

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