Thursday, June 17, 2004
take it easy in the morning.
take a final look around Bratislava before we head of to the Czech
A solid wall of Soviet-era high-rises looms across the river. What a
contrast to the old town. Gangster country according to the bandsman
Matthew spoke to.
Why he should have known I don't know.
At the railway station we queue for our tickets. An Australian couple in front
are rummaging for ten Koruna notes. Matthew and I intercede. The
Real Travellers' code: "help out your fellow travellers." We offer the couple
the difference. Much thanks is offered. (And it gets us to the head of
the queue quicker!)
This generosity does not extend to beggars. Any requests are either
ignored, or returned with Paddington Stares. (Matthew attempted to give
some money to someone in Vilnius, but the would be recipient ran
The train leaves at 13:00.
Our passports are inspected as we cross the border into the Czech Republic
is the second largest town of the Czech Republic, famous for its slender
gothic spires and being the home of the Bren Gun.
information office suggest we try the Hotel Omega, a 15 minute walk from the centre.
We forgo the castle. (The novelty of castles has worn somewhat thin.)
Food! Brno is quite civilised: it has a lively centre, not just tourists having an evening out.
locals certainly know how to snog! It seems that part of the Czech life cycle is
making passionate embraces in full public view, preferably while clinging on to a
parapet hanging over a 40 foot drop. (This seems to be a more general feature of
East Europeans... they were doing public displays in Estonia too.)
All images © N G Hubbard June 2004