Cuba! That was the theme of the room we had in Bratislava, a lovely room decorated in the colours and photos of that country's history. I would say that it was the first party hostel we had visited and straight off the mark I think the owner (or that is the impression I got) realised that we were not really the party type. As he served us when we arrived, and after telling us everything, he looked up at us with red puffy eyes and said "Do I look high?" in answer to that me and Mel looked at each other smiled worryingly at each other and did not have anything to say. We then went up to the room and could see from the window that everyone else who was new to the hostel went straight to the outside bar and was offered a free shot, which did not happen to us!
After a nice relax and trying to watch maybe one of the only TVs we would get in a Hostel (which just gave out static on every channel) our next step was a wander into the old town. We had been told by the 'high' owner of the hostel, very dramatically, that the old town was ok but to never go to a certain section of the map, and he circled it and put a massive cross through the middle. When I asked why we could not enter that area, thinking it have something to do with crime and dodgy types, he responded by saying that it was just that it was a bit shit and boring to look at!! So while walking toward the old town (opposite direction to the 'black forest' he had forbidden us to enter), we took more advice from the hostel pothead and we ate at a rather nice and pretty cheap restaurtant called "The Flagship". Filled up by the traditional pasty pies I had and loads of pickled cabbage for Mel we decided to venture back to the Hostel, to get a drink and see if they would offer us our free shot, with no luck on the free shot!
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