The last few days at the Ginger Monkey were pleasant and, thankfully, uneventful.
Wally (the hostel’s dog) had come home from the vet (he’d been bitten on the face by a venomous snake) and then been let out (unwittingly by one of the Canadian girls who’d been on the walk where he’d been bitten… I mean… god, I’m not surprised they felt massively guilty even though, of course, none of it was intentional) and not come back for over 24 hours. In fact, he didn’t really come back at all. Danka, the manager (and continuing apologies if I’m spelling your name wrong, Danka) went out to find him sitting by the side of the road, probably debating the various merits of avoiding the vet and possibly dying or going to the vet and getting more injections.
In the midst of all this a new employee for the hostel, Mel, arrived. God knows what she thought of it all. The Ginger Monkey has really stood out to me as completely unlike every swish, modern, 100-room, multi-floor hostel we’ve stayed in so far. It feels a lot more like staying in some kind of log cabin share house, where everything is a bit dodgy but the people are really nice. Asa, the other employee (in fact, I’m not sure Asa and Mel get paid, it’s a few hour’s work for board… maybe? Feel free to correct me, Mel) had only been at the hostel for 3 days when we arrived. Danka had been the manager for 3 months. The owners were currently traveling… it was all a bit Fawlty Towers, tbh.
Oh, did I mention that there was a church next door that spent 5 minutes, morning and night letting us know when it was six o’clock? Why six I have no idea. Alternate peals at eight or nine would’ve been more civilised but that’s not what churches are about, I suppose. And don’t get me started on Sundays, when it was every hour, if not half hour. There was also, even more mysteriously, the loudspeakers positioned around the village that blared incomprehensible (ok, probably Slovakian) folk music once a day.
Combine all this with the fact that Luke also saw a snake (the Canadian girls saw two) and … well. It was surreal. Fun, but surreal.
I take back what I said about the last few days being uneventful.
This morning we waved goodbye to Asa, Mel and Danka – and of course the beleaguered Wally, the other dog (whose name I’m not going to attempt to spell again) and Kevin the cat, and caught the bus into Poprad.
From Poprad we caught a four hour train to Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia.
I’ve heard mixed reviews of Bratislava. The general consensus seems to be that it’s dull. Mel said she liked it though, which gave us hope. The train journey was certainly picturesque, with castles popping up every so often and a few swan-strewn lakes and many little villages.
We found our hotel and its surly staff pretty easily and settled into our air conditioned, enormous room with our own bathroom. After a month of hostels and shared-bathroom hotels this is a luxury not to be sniffed at.
Immediate impressions of Bratislava are that it is extremely pretty. In the old part of town anyhow, which reminds me of those really over-the-top casinos where they recreate the canals of Venice but it all looks a bit too clean and nice. Bratislava could easily be transported into a Vegas casino to play the part of ‘ye olde European village’ as it is extremely tidy, newly painted, cobblestoned and full of quaintness, including ever-so-slightly cutesy statues around town – more on those tomorrow.
Tonight we’ve eaten an extremely tasty dinner at a gourmet establishment for the astonishing price of 20 euros (that included drinks) and estimated that something similar in Melbourne could be bought for perhaps three times the price. Already the prospect of paying Australian prices for things is boggling our minds. We bought enough groceries in Zdiar to last 6 meals with accompanying drinks for 5 euros. Ludicrous! Although we did hear today that the minimum wage is 3 euros an hour in Slovakia. Kind of puts things into perspective.
More photos, and hopefully something interesting to write about tomorrow, we’ve really no idea what to do here so we may take up Mel’s suggestion of the free walking tour. Night all!
7 thoughts on “Farewell Zdiar, Hello Bratislava!”
Totally staying at the ginger monkey!!! What an awesome place! I hope Wally is still there in 2016.
I saw a podcast today about Europe travel, might be worth subscribing to podcasts for ideas?
I’m sure Wally will recover nicely and be back to his normal, over-active self within a few weeks. As long as he doesn’t go snake chasing again I’m side you’ll find him there when you arrive!
Good idea regarding podcasts, that’s how I’ve been passing the time on our train trips! I’ll try to remember to check some out. 🙂
what is the name of the podcast?
Oh it’s all so pretty! The Ginger Monkey reminds me of a similar hostel I stayed in in Zakopane, on the Polish side of the Tatra mountains.
I found eastern european hostels to be great, purely for the fact that they tended to be in old ramshackle houses so had a much more homely feel to them. Let me know how you find Bratislava….I haven’t heard back from my friend there sorry, but I’m sure you’ll find something 🙂
No worries, and we have found enough to do:).
Hostels are great for meeting people… but not always for sleeping well. Every time we stay in one I bless my earplugs!
The Ginger Monkey looks lovely! I’m a fan of hostels that are more like houses, though in Peru they tend to the dirty and run-down side of things (but the staff tended to be excellent). With only one night in a hostel this last trip though, such accommodation feels like luxury! Actually being home and having my own bathroom is a joy.
At the end of the last trip I booked myself into a hostel in Santiago for a few days of R&R: private room, private bathroom. Just what I needed after weeks of dorms or sharing a tent in the Andes! That said, Kat was the bestest travel roomie EVER.
Oh yeah, I’m already thinking longingly of my own bed and bathroom. I can sleep anywhere on just about anything but one’s own bed and bathroom can rarely be beaten!