This was something i wrote on a short train ride from Ljubljana to Zagreb using my impressions and information from my short visit to the beautiful city of Ljubljana:
The Girl from the Bar.
The fog falls down on the city of Ljubljana like a blanket every night. The streets look eerie and mysterious. The only sound is our hero staggering on the cobbles towards the centre, his mind floating in a comfortable haze. He is a traveller, mere visitor to the city, on his way to his lodgings. Or so he thought. If there was an observer he would see a guy with a strong build, not really athletic, like a boxer in 1920’s. A George Foreman in his BBQ years. A swish in the air above his head makes our hero to look up and the street lamp illuminates his face for few seconds. He catches a glimpse of a shadow, a huge shadow, which disappears again in the direction he was heading. Continue reading The Girl from Ljubljana→
It is the year 1999, people are waiting for the end of the world again, Bill Clinton is on trial and Pluto is still a planet. In Slovakia it was also 10 years since we got rid of the communist regime and were able to travel freely to the feared West. We just finished high school and decided to go interrailing, same as so many other eighteen year olds all over the world. But even though the prices were quickly catching up to the West, salaries were still very poor. For those of you who do not know, Interrail is a ticket for all the trains in Europe for a month except your home country and the price was about 400EUR. Only it was not Euro back then which was only introduced that same year. The average student salary was 10cents(!) per hour, to pay the full price of the ticket was just out of question so we improvised and did what the majority Slovak students did and bought us fake ones. Mind you they were still expensive, I remember my mom lamenting about the price, if she only knew they were not even the real thing. First stop- Amsterdam of course. Traveling with fake tickets adds a special kind of adrenaline to the adventure of travelling, every time the controller came we were scared shitless, only after few checks we were able to relax. The trip ended up to be one of the most amazing experiences in our lives, thinking back now, there are several stories I could and should probably write down. Continue reading The Road to the Grave→
I am living in Cork at the moment and I still had some holidays to take so I decided to visit my hometown Bratislava. Instead of flying from Dublin directly for two hours, I took a detour: Cork Amsterdam-Berlin-Dresden-Prague-Vienna-Bratislava– London-Cork. Visiting Galleries during the day (I study art history) , exploring “culture” during the night, staying with friends or couchsurfing, it was great. I managed to lose all the pictures from second day onward in a weird technological accident, which was less great.
This one is from the first night in Amsterdam showing Rembrandt being protected by his own painting The Night Watch, brought to life by Russian artists Mikhal Dronov and Alexander Taratynov, illuminated by huge lights.
My second picture is showing people in Paris dancing under electric lights. It is a painting by Jan Sluijters called Bal Tabarin (1907), seen during my visit in Stedelijk Museum.
This daily prompt got me thinking (I know, right?). How far can you go from home? And what is home? Do not worry, I won’t go that deep. For the purposes of this post I will consider my home the place I grew up. My hometown Bratislava.
I would like to share with you my favorite place in Cork, Ireland. It is called Old Head and it is roughly 10km from Kinsale. I would consider myself a typical city boy, but this place could turn me over.
Especially when the weather is nice, which isn’t very often in Ireland, this place is just magical. You want to just sit down and write poems. It is absolutely peaceful and it is not well known by tourists so most of the time there aren’t any other people. This is why I prefer it to the much more famous Cliffs of Moher. And it is only half hour drive from the city which isn’t something you would do every day but every time I get a chance I will drive up here. Every time someone comes to visit Ireland(friends, family or couchsurfers) this is one place I definitely take them and enjoy their awe.
My mother and my cousin came to visit Ireland for the first time ever(I live in ireland for 6 years now) so naturally I took them to old Head.
Here is my sister taking picture of our mother, but she has fear of heights not when she is close only when me or my sister are. Not sure what that phobia is called. So my cousin had to hold my sister to stop her panic attack.
And here is me – old man and the sea.
There is a great restaurant on the bottom of the cliffs called the “Speckled Door”. I brought so many people here and recommended it to so many others I should be getting free meals there. You should try the oysters, they are delicious . And the view is amazing as well.
And roughly five minutes walk from there is Garretstown Beach. Or G-Town how the locals call it. It is popular for surfers, you can even hire a lesson there with all the equipment provided.
So if you ever visit Ireland let me know I will use you as an excuse to come here again…