There’s something poetic about saying goodbye to a city in the back of a taxi with a sad song playing and gloomy weather around. Goodbye city with Central Bank in a skyscraper and a helipad on top. On the other hand there is nothing poetic about a piglet on a leash in front of you at the Bratislava central train station. It’s amusing though.

The hotel seems to have broken my suitcase’s delicate handle. Not an auspicious start to the trip. Still it’s funny in a way..