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Flying by the seat of my pants
Travelling by yourself has its pros and cons. The best part about it is the absolute freedom to do whatever you want whenever you want, and I exercised that freedom today. The original plan was to rent a bike and try to ride outside the city. Mother nature wasn't complying though, as I was greeted this morning by gusting winds and intermittant rain storms. Faced with another day roaming Vienna....well, I wasn't really thrilled about it. I'd seen everything I wanted to the day before, and it hadn't left that much of an impresson on me. I was still booked into another night at my hostel, so I grabbed my guide book, hit the train station, and a few hours later I was in Slovakia roaming Bratislava.
Bratislava is a neat city, but a little schizo. Arriving at the train station, I first had to walk through a maze of communist concrete housing. Except it also looked like a box of crayolas threw up on the buildings; bright yellows and reds and oranges. All this was watched over by a bridge tower that looked right out of the War of the Worlds. Weird.
Once into town it is more typical European. Except unlike most Euro cities this one isnt high up on everyone's must see list, and so it was pleasantly devoid of tourists. Many a time I would turn onto a pedestrian street and be the only soul around. It was really cool!
I trekked up to the castle, which icidentally is where they have the Slovakian Hockey Hall of Fame. Didn't go in as they were undergoing renovations. The rest of the day was spent wandering around the old city, stopping when I felt like it for beer or coffee (the beer I had in the town square surely ranks among the best of my life; the atmosphere, the freshness, and being hot and tired conspired to produce beer nirvana). The old city is beautiful, and I enjoyed just getting lost in its many nooks and crannies.
Now I am back in the hostel. I doubt that my daily blog updates will continue, as I may or may not be blessed with wireless at my next hostel in Salzburg.
Bratislava is a neat city, but a little schizo. Arriving at the train station, I first had to walk through a maze of communist concrete housing. Except it also looked like a box of crayolas threw up on the buildings; bright yellows and reds and oranges. All this was watched over by a bridge tower that looked right out of the War of the Worlds. Weird.
Once into town it is more typical European. Except unlike most Euro cities this one isnt high up on everyone's must see list, and so it was pleasantly devoid of tourists. Many a time I would turn onto a pedestrian street and be the only soul around. It was really cool!
I trekked up to the castle, which icidentally is where they have the Slovakian Hockey Hall of Fame. Didn't go in as they were undergoing renovations. The rest of the day was spent wandering around the old city, stopping when I felt like it for beer or coffee (the beer I had in the town square surely ranks among the best of my life; the atmosphere, the freshness, and being hot and tired conspired to produce beer nirvana). The old city is beautiful, and I enjoyed just getting lost in its many nooks and crannies.
Now I am back in the hostel. I doubt that my daily blog updates will continue, as I may or may not be blessed with wireless at my next hostel in Salzburg.
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