‘Travel is only glamorous in retrospect’ read a painted wall of the hostel I stayed at in Bratislava. I stopped for a minute to fully grasp the concept, because I’ve never thought about it like that, but, hell, how much truth it held. After a miserable walk from the bus station in the middle of …
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