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Chapter 9 - Bratislava

    I wanted to put Bratislava and Budapest on the same chapter, but then I realized about a sad story that I was forgetting entirely so in a way to fix that I will talk only about this city now. This city had nothing to see, besides a castle and some monuments in all honesty. 

    Arriving at bratislava wasn't that exhausting like the previous trip by bus, if my memory is correct it only took us maybe tree or four hours to reach this new city. Unlike Prague, Bratislava used the euro too, but things in this new city weren't that expensive, actually the prices there resembled alot like the prices we have in my home islands, but that wasn't the only thing that resembled my home. The streets, yes, even the streets were like the ones they had in my "village" or town, in a short resume I would classify Bratislava as a really poor city, both in culture and as living space. I know, it may be a bit of a harsh critique, but really, this city as a capital of a country didn't offer much to tourists. I remember a few old memorials and monuments to the liberators of the city during the war and a castle on the top of a hill, but that was about it. One of the funny parts of this journey was when my french friend who is actually of chinese descendancy got stepped over by another asiatic fellow, he turned around and started "screaming" and the guy apologized twice. Ahaha, I found this episode hilarious, since I for fun, kept telling my friend that every asian looked like he was a part of his family, meaning in my head that he just screamed at one of his family relatives. :D 

     After stopping buy at the local Mcdonald's again, we went for a walk to the palace which was one of the local attractions or tourist sites of the area. The palace looked more like a three star hotel then a place where royalty once lived in. I mean seriously, if you're gona renovate the place to keep it from falling into pieces at least make sure it keeps some of it's natural beauty and historical features. The way they were doing it killed the place, in my fair opinion. 

  The hostel we were staying in was okay, it wasn't bad at all and it gave us the oportunity to meet some new people, one of those was this brazilian guy. Funny dude, we laught so much when he proposed for all of us to go into this club and meet some girls, but then it turned out that the club was really far away, like it took us long, maybe an entire hour to reach the place. Still, once inside the bar/club we had a beer and had a nice time, even with the brazilian dude always going missing, chasing some girls probably (the guy with the beard)...I felt really bad when I learned of his death a few months later, he was doing this big trip around europe travelling from country to country and he even went to Warsaw, but I didn't had a chance to meet him. May you rest in peace my friend, you looked like a really cool dude. See you in another life André.

     After returning from the club which turned out to be our last night in Bratislava we said goodbye to the hostel and our friends and went for a walk to pass the time untill our next destination, Budapest. Actually, this part of the trip was the part that I hated...the two people I was with just started to speak their native language non-stop and I was completely left out, I mean the entire trip had been like that, but we had to wait for our nex bus for ten hours and for that period of time I really felt like I was alone or abandoned. My friend "Qi", the chinese guy in the picture above, had a conversation with me the night before saying that he felt bad about me because it looked like I wasn't having any fun at all, truth be told it wasn't the best trip I had or was having at that time, but it wasn't horrible either. It was just that the french girl we were travelling with gave no quarter when speaking, she most of the times seemed to forget there was this non-speaking french person with them and kept speaking french...either that or she just didn't cared whatsoever. Naturally my chinese/french friend replied to her in their language, but he tried alot of times to keep the conversation in pure english. I told him even months after that trip had happen, that he had no reason to feel guilty about that. It wasn't his fault and I don't blame him for anything. I had fun my own way, except in this ten hour waiting in Bratislava, this one I told him straight forward that it was "HELL".

    In those ten hours we spent maybe half of the time in a park, where the cold prevented me from sleeping in one of the benches, but I had the opportunity to witness these two people dueling with old swords, I think they were "Rapiers" in fact, you know, the ones that the musketeers used to have, it was a fun to see them practicing with those antiques.

     Right, thanks again for taking the time to read this chapter of my life I hope you keep your interest for the next ones. Peace out! 

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