Because I haven’t posted anything in a decent amount of time (I have a couple posts that I am working on simultaneously right now), I am going to have to squeeze a significant amount of information into this one post. I want to make sure that I do not get behind—the longer I wait to report on something, the less detail I will remember. Make sense? So maybe this post will be a real roller coaster of tales and insights. Maybe not, though.
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So, like I said in my last post, Lisa and I made our way to Ždiar, Slovakia (pronounced: Zhih-dyarr) and stayed at the hostel known as The Ginger Monkey. Quite an experience, to say the least. The bus that took us up through the mountainous region did so after it had become fully dark outside. It wasn’t bad timing since I had a piercing headache at that point—I get dehydrated quite easily—but was semi-problematic since we had no idea how to make our way to the hostel. In fact, we didn’t even know when to get off the bus. To make a long and boring story short, the Australian girls sitting behind us that had been speaking English for the entire bus ride were actually going to the same place and were able to guide us there very easily as well as give us the low-down on the living arrangements. Things were good so far. They were only going to get better.
A WAYFARER'S MURMURINGS 