I already decided I liked Bratislava as soon as we arrived, because it was sunny and not raining and this is always a good thing.
The only things I have ever seen or heard about Bratislava were bad things from Hostel (tourists being tortured with blow torches etc) and Euro Trip (dodgy communist blocks with red necks and creepy children). It wasnt at all like either of ther above. Instead its a small but pretty town which serves the greatest beer in the world (Czech beer Pilsner Urquell) and only fault is the dissapointing standard of their ice cream.
Me and Jenny were far to excited about the fact that they sell Pilsner there so spent much of our first day sat in the sunshine drinking Pilsner whilst attempting to translate a Slovakian menu so we could eat. In the end we gave up and the only thing we could recignise was Carbonara...so pasta it was.
We met a lad from NZ called Simon whose birthday it was ! Me and Jenny decided that this lad must be mothered so spent the night making sure he will use sun cream in the future and bring out jackets at night in case he gets cold...I dont know if he appreiated all our advice.
We were also gutted that it was his bday and he didnt even have a Colin the Cattapillar cake to eat =(
The next day we explored the city with 2 Americans. we went up to the castle which would have been awesome if it wasnt covered in scaffolding ... Everything in Europe has building work going on at the moment, shame.
The old square is very pretty with some random statues scattered around (like a french admiral fella leaning on a bench).
Then me and Jenny went out for dinner ( I had Schnitzel yum yum and jenny had the "Gordon Blue").
That night was extremly fun. We found this cool little cellar bar called the KGB and its filled with Lenin memorabillia and we sat in there for many hours drinking vodka and malibu(with milk to be exact which is a tasty combination) and we were under the impression that the drinks were sharpening our minds so we ended up very drunk discussing the NHS and benefits,BBC travel documentries ... Then I knocked over a glass all over the floor =(
We didnt have all that long in Bratislava but there isnt all that muc there. Its just quite pretty and cheap .... Might go back to Slovakia at some point and explore smaller towns though.
On the train to Budapest we were sat in a carriage with a man called Peter ... he was a bit of a character.
He must have been in his early 30s and he was telling us all about how he could never live in flats in Bratislava, He lives in a small town and commutes. That way he can grow his own vegetables in his garden (and think he may possibly be growing something else judging by his conversation about Bob Marley). He was also obsessed with fresh fish and doesnt like to eat fish in his land locked country.
One of the stops was his town , which in his own words is "your basic red neck town... I come home some nights and all I can hear is Meeh ... Meeh...(which me and Jenny thought was some strange call of the chavs) which is the goat next door needing milking or something"
He was a nice fella.
