When Sundays somedays feel like Mondays
Sep 05, 2010
Aug 21, 2011
Where I stayed
. Slovakia has proved to be a very interesting place but it has been clear how many areas are full of misery. No sign of any recreation, schools, even shops. Really made us think about our happy, comfortable lives. Ate a stale loaf of bread in about 30 seconds in a lay by and raced on. This experience left us void of optimism for our new destination but on hitting the town square we found a WIFI hotspot, things were looking up. As we cruised past a cafe the waiter pounced and chased us down the street. This would normally result in me speeding up but his enthusiasm appealed to me. We checked out his "very nice room". It was very nice, very nice indeed. We then ate in his restaurant. What a meal, three courses, wine, coffee. It was a very nice Sunday, in the end. It highlights the beauty of the trip. We had no intention of going anywhere near Komarno, yet the hospitality of this family business will really stay with me. I love that waiter, and his sister and mother who opened up especially to serve us breakfast at 8am the next morning. If you are ever in Slovakia's southern most town of Komarno, ask for Pension Penita. Amazingly cheap, Amazingly lovely!
We got off to a good start but it was so cold. We have not really felt the burn in the fingers and toes since the heights of Austria but this morning it went through the thick gloves and socks. We continue to learn along the way and this morning was no exception. We had not planned the days route and headed off with far too much of a laissez-faire approach to finding our way. It resulted in a real ladge up. 15 miles along the river resulted in a dead end, Mikey had missed a river split and there was no way over a Danube side shoot. Begrudgingly we turned around and cycled pretty much back to where we had started (20 miles wasted), rubbing it in as we passed BACK over the border into Slovakia over the same bridge we had crossed yesterday evening. As the day moved on our dreams of a perfect Sunday lunch disintegrated. 40 miles by 2pm, no stops, left us a little dizzy. We reevaluated and set our sights on a biggish town called Komarno. The village before looked like a good place for a much needed refuel but cycling in to it we noticed how a worryingly large % of the inhabitants had some sort of deformity