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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