I’m exhausted. I’ve decided to sleep in tomorrow. Which is kind of annoying, because I went for a short walk in Bratislava before it got dark, and it seems like a super cute little city. Sleeping late means less time exploring the city. But I just have to sleep. There is no alternative.
I’m staying at a real, hard core backpacker’s hostel. A bar in the basement that serves both booze and decent food, a common room with odd furniture and a Bob Marley poster on the wall. It’s an old building, with character. And the people: real backpackers, all of them. They always have a certain kind of atmosphere, these places. I like it. I really do.
Katja Malmborg 