Bratislava was interesting. I'm not going to write a long entry, but my community service announcement is as follows:

NEVER eat "Mexican" food in Slovakia.

I'm fairly sure that the Mexicans don't traditionally use asparagus, sheep cheese or spinach in their meals. Or fish paste, for that matter. God, that was some serious turmoil in my bowels that night.

St. Anton seems nice enough but the people here seem to be quite pushy. None of the "after you" spirit that I'm more familiar with from Australia. You start to feel like a seagull after a while here: a door opens and you jump forward to make it through before it closes, because if you don't, then everyone else will, and you will be left standing there. You have to push and shove and get in front of other people, and I'm not so comfortable doing that. Still, I'm sure I'll get used to it.

The toilet here is bizarre. Australian toilets have an essentially funnel-shaped area for one's business, and there is water in it. These toilets have a fucking flat platform where your turd sits and festers in the open air like a piece of doggy-do until you press the flush button, at which point it gets swept away into the little funnel area as though going down a waterfall. It's really quite disgusting, and it means the smell lingers longer too. Air freshener was the first thing on ouur shopping list.

Anyway, I'm not paying this Internet Cafe just to let me tell you about where my turds go. I need to do some shopping, and send some emails. Hope all you other Diarylanders (and LiveJournallers) are doing well; bye!

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