Bratislava Travel Blog› entry 3 of 4 › view all entries
Missed the ice hockey match I had hoped to catch. Met some Irish people (forgotten them now) and a nice guy studying in France. Left to find some nosh. Had no real idea what to expect. Popped into a naff-looking restaurant and ordered beer, bean soup and the National dish (cannot recall name at the mo). The soup was huge - like a whole dinner. The layer of oil on top did not put me off. I attempted to replicate this dish at home, but I replaced the sausage with black pudding cos of my cheapness (not the best substitute).
Served on a wooden dish was the main course - a massive lump of potato dumplings with goats cheese, bacon bits and all of the fat that came out the pig too. I somehow finished it, and I was very pleased with the meal as a whole.
I walked back to a concert being played in the main square for a Beijing Olympics human rights demonstration, and took in a couple of songs. Reflected on the small kid who seemed to be packing a semi-automatic weapon walking up and down the road outside the restaurant. Without much else to do I timed the walk from the city centre to the hostel - 9 minutes was a nice duration.
The night before, I had a very tentative look at the city centre. From nervousness, I walked up and down the same street 4 times before making steps toward the old town. I barely entered, but continued to walk around out of obligation not to spend my first night in the hostel. Very tired and hungry I would return to a kebab shop for a fallafel wrap. Two. A confusion caused by my utter lack of comprehension of the language or accent at the time. A brief read of my book (I think "On the Road") in the garden and bed.
Woke up at 11am - not promising but probably earlier than I was getting up at when at home in Bromley. Did a walk tour from Brandt of the town which ended at the Danube - that famous river. Walking and walking then lead to venturing to a small shop for water. Sparkling water. Another accident which I hoped wouldn't become a familiar theme.
Fed up of the acidity I was putting my mouth through, I got the balls to go for a drink that would better suit my mood. Had my first beer in some back alley (the whole town is a back alley) bar. Boy, the beer was good. I now knew I had arrived on my tour. Popped home (getting used to the hostel already!) for a long snooze.