Hello all, we've made it to Bratislava ok, only a couple of hours of driving today. Although driving in a black car in this heat isn't the most brilliant of ideas, it must really hum by now.
Me and Gary spent last night in the hostel bar, once we realised the beer in there was 70p a pint - in the main square they were charging as much as 2.50 a pint! Attempted to use the table football table, but the electrics were beyond Sebok's capabilities to repair! So we got some matches from the bar and had a few games of heads up poker (of which I lost both ;-)
It's absolutely gorgeous here in Bratislava, sort of the same style as Prague, but a little more untouched and unspoilt. The hostel is the best one we've stayed in so far. Apart from the fact they originally thought they'd double booked us, and had a 'student houski' round the corner that they were going to put us in for a discount (student? I'm 26 goddamn it!). Anyways, they finally found us a room, which for the first time we are sharing with someone else. He's a cyclist who we reckon is Italian. But we haven't spoken to him yet. Because we're wimps. Oh, and I sat on my bed and it collapsed as well. That was quite embarrasing.
When we got here we went for a wander and had a 5-star meal at a restaurant in the main square of the old town, which was gorgeous. There was a church accross the road and mass was going on - the music coming out of it was wonderful! We also saw some t-shirts for sale in the square that said "Where the f*ck is Bratislava", which made us laugh! (It's here by the way) It was a gorgeous meal, but it's gone right through me, and the toilet paper over here is like a combination of corrugated cardboard and sand paper, which isn't really doing me any good. Hopefully it will have cleared up by the time we get to the festival tomorrow because there are just some things that you can't do in festival toilets ;-)
Anyways, gonna have a few drinkskis in the barski now! Speak soon.
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Bratislava is indeed ace! Though when I went there it was full of English stag parties. Glad it's going well for you big man (apart from the toilet difficulties, which I sympathize about). It's been an enjoyable read for those of us lightweights who have chosen air travel over the thrills and delights open road, i.e. me.
A word of cauton about that dayglo-clad Johnny Foreigner who lurks in your bed-chambers - not only is he likely a Communist sympathizer but they think it's "okay" to sleep with your sister where he comes from. I'm a man of the world and I know these things to be undisputable FACT.
Fare thee well with your Hungarian motorway vignette flapping proudly in the Magyar breeze, and Laura and I shall see you tomorrow evening - for debriefing and cocktails!
All the best
The Chief, i.e. Bondy
PS - Toulouse Lautrec is a painter! Shame on you Sir.
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