Alive in Bratislava
When the kids of the movie Eurotrip arrived in Bratislava, they frightfully whispered “Dear sweet mother of god, we’re in eastern Europe”. Well, I’m in Bratislava today and for the record, it’s nothing like the that scene. No angry dogs, severed hands or dodgy characters.
I knew that. But I had to look to be sure. Just like that semi-crazy dolphin man in Le Grand Bleu.
Instead of depressive concrete blocks in gray, we had a nice walk around the old part of town where we enjoyed getting lost in the cobblestone alleys. And it looks even better than the “Bratislava” depicted in movie “Hostel” (which in fact was the village Cesky Krumlov in Czech Republic, and nothing was filmed in Slovakia).