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Bratislava – 2: hot coffee in noisy cups…. and garlic soup.

Woke to -5ºC, little hot water and no hot food left on the buffet…. great start!! But things got better, we found Next Apache where we drank coffee out of big cups which strangely made a comforting ‘clonking’  sound; like something out of a different era: like stirring a ‘vat of goodness’!

After two hours of sketching, guilt drove us to our next location where we ate cream of garlic soup! protection against colds and vampires.

(Neologism: ‘blood clot’ – stupid vampire)

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February challenge

Dolly over at  Journal-addict is organising a February daily challenge. I was travelling all day Tuesday, collapsed all day yesterday and so these are my entries so far:

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Bratislava – 1: Goulash and beer

After a reasonable flight, no children, no shouty-people nearby and seats by the emergency exit with extra leg room….., we arrive in Bratislava and are surprised to see snow, though knowing the temperature we should have known really …… So we get on the bus, and drag our bag through the snow until we see a suitable eatery, i.e. one close by. We strike pay-dirt, and are served hot goulash in metal bowls, whilst thawing out near the wood-burning stove ( and drinking fine Slovakian beer)

We check into the hotel, and head for the microbrewery which we happened to know was next door. It became our local for our short stay.

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My wife and Isaac Newton . . .

For Lesley, the apple and therefore the penny never dropped. This came to light during the preparations for incarceration . . or travelling with Ryanair as it is euphemistically referred to.  Their draconian fee structure means that at the whim of one of their hench persons, you can be charged for being overweight….. ‘luggage wise’ that is…. though I suspect that O’Leary’s boffins are already working on a means of ‘svelte’ monitoring!

Anyway, presumably with the aid of several sturdy friends, ‘our’ bag has been stuffed to within 17 mg. of the allowance. At this point I tentatively asked: ‘Is there more to go in?’ She uttered the immortal words ‘Just my face cream…..’

I put it to you, Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury: what is the consensual concept of ‘face cream’? One could imagine a small pastel-coloured jar containing  an even smaller amount of delicate balm marketed at a price that could keep a family of five happy for several weeks. OR a large but durable plastic bottle containing a large quantity of economical everyday facial gunk. No. I was totally unaware that in this case context ‘face cream’ is a collective noun for a number of items including a range of lotions to cleanse and soften together with an appropriate means of application.

Ah well, no problem to survive with only one pair of shoes and a spare pair of jeans to last me the week. BUT I have to conclude that changing the description of items is as likely to reduce their weight as me changing my name to Mr. Third World Country, would write off my debts…….

 

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High heels

We were sitting in Cafe degli Artisti in Citta della Pieve last week when this woman walkd teetered in wearing a pair of shoes which put her feet at virtually 90 degrees to the floor. Mamma Mia! This example is a little less drastic . . .