Bratislava
Slovakia's capital is only a few miles from Vienna, so we took a vacation from the vacation and forced Patrik behind the wheel while we sat and drank in the back of the camper.
Here we have apparently just arrived in Bratislava.
Muppa shows here his clear delight in the commercial for the traditional Finnish social drink Finlandia. Fredner looks anything but happy…
Here we are on a discovery trip at some kind of market in Bratislava. Gabbe firmly claims that he doesn't remember anything at all from those first hours in the city, which is perhaps not so strange considering the amounts he poured into himself during the short Vienna-Bratislava journey. Check out Gabbes problems with walking straight...
Anyway, we decided to park our home outside a hospital for cancer patients. We thought that it would be safe to stand there considering that there was pretty good police coverage outside and also that it would be close if one of us started to feel sick...
Considering how cheap it is in Bratislava, taking a taxi is a must when you're there anyway. Those of you who have been to Bratislava know how big it is on the surface. Gabbe and Patrik decided to walk up to the Soviet monument that looks out over the city. Here, however, we see Fredner in the front seat and Johnny and Muppa glimpse behind.
Gabbe and Patrik decided anyway to get around Bratislava by tram. They managed to find out that it would cost the equivalent of 40 Swedish kronor in fine if we got caught going by tram without paying.
Because of this, of course they did not pay a kopek or whatever the currency is called in Slovakia in fees. That's exactly why.
Here Gabbe is on the said tram and he looks almost fine considering the rough night we had lived through before.
The monument that looks out over Bratislava is apparently in colossal format.
Here Gabbe is seen in front of this to give an idea of what size we are talking about
Here one of the few pictures of our own photographer Patrik standing in front of the "door" that can be seen in the middle of the picture above. Notice that it looks like Patrik isn't wearing any pants, which doesn't look a bit kinky. Something we have harassed him a lot for.
Yes, in that way! Well, whatever, it'll be fine we are sure…
There are so many stories to tell about our pig trip to the happy land of the Slovaks. Like when we hummed Händel's Death March to Fredner so he would fall asleep - which worked! Or when we sped through the city with two slovak narcotics cops, or when Muppa got thrown in the jail, or when Johnny and Gabbe got lost in Bratislava in the middle of the night and protested in their own little way, or when...
Well, come to the World Championships and we'll tell you about all the amazing things that happened during the 24 hours we were there.
Now back to…
