Dave has me awake to do a bloody walking tour.  Here we go again.  I’m dying of sleep deprivation and dehydration as we stumble around Bratislava’s old town.  This takes two hours.  It’s nice enough with the Christmas markets and all, but it really has nothing compared to the likes of Prague, Budapest and Vienna. …

We make very good time thanks to my fellow Brit and his right hand drive car.  It feels really odd to get into the left hand side passenger seat, although this is what I’ve been doing at home for 30 odd years.  I slip down to have a snooze at some point, and catch the …

I’m in a small village in the Tetris mountains, Slovakia.  No wait, that’s a game.  Hang on.  Google maps.  OK Tatra mountains.  Apparently a very famous and popular region, there isn’t a sinner here.  The weather is terrible and I can’t even see a hill, and the only eatery open in the village just does …

I’ve not actually been to bed.  One hour turns into another and before I know it the dawn is breaking and I might as well stay up for the early traffic to get across the border.  It’s only now that I can see the beauty of my surroundings, and the morning mist on the snowy …