My parents live in a small village in Bohemia. They like to make half day car trips on back country roads, avoiding highways and congested towns. They never carry a map and when they occasionally get lost, they stop and ask for directions to the nearest larger town (which they want to avoid). After they receive the instructions —e.g. continue down this road, bear to the right after the Holeceks’ house, drive up the hill and around Capek’s pub, turn at the church, and follow the signs from there—they thank the local citizen politely, make a u-turn and leave in the opposite direction. The local usually shouts in anger at their departing car; once a fellow even threw his hat on the ground and stomped on it. But they always find their way back avoiding the larger towns.
